Brick: Congratulations. If it couldn't be me, then I'm glad it's you.
Cindy: For what?
Brick: Never mind. Cindy, you know that thing you said before the test? Did you mean it, or was it just a tactic?
Cindy: Oh, I meant it. I'm incapable of saying something I don't mean. Look on page seven of my IEP... incapable of irony, overly literal... right below flat of affect.
Brick: And I have trouble focusing on non-preferred activities. Wow. I can't believe we found each other.
Cindy: I love you, Brick.
Brick: I love you, Cindy.