Mike: All hail the cornhole pro.
Frankie: Whoo!
Brick: Yep. Now that I'm an athlete, I should probably wear one of those shirts that has numbers on it. Also that plastic thing athletes wear to protect my area.
Mike: I'm telling you, Frankie, he is unbelievable. The kid's a natural.
Frankie: Are you sure you're talking about Brick? 'Cause yesterday it took him three tries to hit the light switch.
Mike: The tide's turning here. He's great at cornhole. He's protecting his area. I'm just trying to figure out how he got so good.
[flashback to Brick on his bed tossing a finished book into a box so he can read another one]
Mike: Who knew the road to the giant spatula would go through that little guy?