Brick: Actually, I was amazing. Your zoo joke killed.
Mike: Huh.
Brick: And when I asked the guys to explain why it was funny, I got an even bigger laugh. [Mike scoffs] And then it just got worse from there.
Mike: I don't get it. You talked to people. You came back wearing both your shoes. From where I'm sitting, it sounds like you had a pretty good night.
Brick: Truly, it couldn't have gone better. I was witty, interesting. I used a curse word to great effect. But it was just... exhausting. All I could think about was how long before I could leave.
Mike: Uh, well, that explains the 8:30 pickup.
Brick: I don't know. I guess I wanted the whole high-school experience, but it ended up feeling like a lot of work.
Mike: Yeah, I don't know what to tell you, Brick. That's high school. You feel all this pressure to be social, go to parties, hang out with the right people. It gets a little easier in your 20s. You can go out or stay home. Then when you're 50, well, you can just stay home.
Brick: Oh, thank God. I wish I was 50.
Mike: Eh, there's trade-offs. Look, the main thing is you stepped up to the plate and you took a swing, and I'm proud of you. So, what's the plan for tomorrow? You want to stop at the hardware store after church, maybe grab a...
Brick: Dad, would you mind if we're just quiet for a little while?
Mike: I would not mind that at all. [exhales]