Frankie: Oh, God.
Brick: Yes, it's my birthday. But don't worry. I've taken care of everything. I got my cupcake, I sang to myself, and I opened the card from Grandma with the $2 bill in it. I'm good.
Frankie: Okay, look, first of all, we did not forget your birthday. We were just...
Mike: Don't even try.
Brick: Look, I don't care about any of the birthday accoutrements. I just got it out of the way, so we could concentrate on this. [holds up car keys]
Mike: I thought you had to be 15 to get a learner's permit.
Brick: I am 15, and you signed the permit last week.
Frankie: That's what that was? [sighs] I thought you were gonna learn how pizza gets made.
Brick: Look, I've read all the manuals. I've got a phone book on the front seat, which, coincidentally, I've also read. I'm ready to go. Now, I know you both want to share this iconic moment with your son, so I'm gonna leave you two to fight it out, and I'll meet the winner in the car. [throws the car keys at Frankie and Mike, neither of whom catch them]