Brick: Thanks for taking me tonight, Dad.
Mike: Drink it in, 'cause this is the last time I'm taking you trick-or-treating.
Brick: You never know. Next year, I might be younger.
Mike: [chuckles] Don't make too much out of what happened tonight, Brick. There's a lot of weird coincidences in the world. You can't overthink it.
Brick: [imitating Rod Serling] [v.o.] A father and a son on Halloween night... One determined not to see the future, one destined to know it. Was it time travel or just the fevered imaginings of a boy hopped up on too much candy? Orson, Indiana. A sleepy, little town where ordinary rules the day, or a dimension where death lurks in the shadows?
[Brick gasps as he opens the door to someone in a Grim Reaper costume]
Cindy: Hi, Brick. I've been waiting here all night. Do you have my candy?
Brick: Mm-hmm.
Cindy: Good. It's all there. Well, see you tomorrow.
Brick: [v.o.] That's a question that can only be answered in The Twilight Zone.
Frankie: Brick, seriously. Halloween was five days ago. You got to let this go.
Brick: I know. I want to. It's just such a nice way to frame our stories.