Frankie: Okay, you're not gonna believe the school meeting I just had.
Mike: Well, the good part is he can't be tried as an adult.
Frankie: No, no, no. They think he's so smart, they want him to skip eighth grade and go right into high school.
Mike: What? That's nuts. Why would we agree to that?
Frankie: You should've heard the principal. He said Brick's extra smart. His brain is superior to the other kids. I mean, we don't want him to be bored.
Mike: Eh, I don't like the idea. He's got no friends in middle school, you think he's gonna make friends in high school? Plus all the kids'll be bigger. You can forget about him making any teams.
Frankie: Oh, would you give that up already? That's not happening. He threw out his shoulder tossing a dart.
Mike: Hey, if you let go of thinkin' we're gonna have bowls of fresh fruit in the house, I'll let go of sports.