Mike: Listen, Brick, I'm sorry about what happened the other day. I shouldn't have blown up at you. That wasn't your fault. That was mine. When you kept asking if you could ride in the truck, I should have stuck to my guns when I said no. So that's on me.
Brick: No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have touched anything without asking you first. Hey, wait. I feel like that was kind of man-like... taking responsibility for my actions.
Mike: That's a good start. You know, you keep asking what it means to be a man, and the truth is there's not just one way. Every morning, you get up, there's a thousand chances to do the right thing, be a good man. Hopefully, you get most of them right. You're not gonna get all of them right. You're just trying to stay above .500.
Brick: I just have one question.
Mike: Baseball.
Brick: Ah, right. Got it.
Mike: Oh, hey. [brakes squeak] I know that, uh, having some sort of a demarcation was important to you, so I got you something.
Brick: [chuckles] Wow. [Brick takes a blue flannel shirt out of a bag] This is awesome! [Mike chuckles] Thanks, Dad. I've often felt the siren song of plaid, but I always thought it was your thing. I'll try to live up to it.
Mike: All right.