Brick: Mom, seriously? Look what the cleaning lady did to my new, dark-wash, not-from-the-cousin-box jeans.
Frankie: It's hard to get good help, Brick. We never knew that 'cause we never had help, but whenever I read about rich people, they always said it was hard to get good help, and they were right.
Brick: [sighs] I liked it better when you washed my clothes and everything was still a little damp and it smelled weird and it was balled up in Sue's drawer.
Frankie: We got a new one coming.