Frankie: What happened here?
Brick: The new maid with the face tattoo came and pulled out all the appliances to clean them and then mumbled something about life being too short and left. [Frankie sighs] Uh, I-I wouldn't go back there, Mom. It's a hamster killing field. [Frankie sighs] I don't get it... We've been living like this ever since the Fergusons returned me. Why do you suddenly care so much?
Frankie: [sighs] Because, Brick... You think I like having a messy house? You think I feel good about what this says about me? I want to be one of those people who have spoon caddies, where all the spoons are stacked up like little spoon soldiers. Guess where my spoons are. Oh, look. Here's one. Propping up the microwave. Here's another one... still in the yogurt. [sighs] I'm only one cleaning person away from a whole different life, Brick. If I give up, then this is who I am. But as long as I'm trying there's still hope. I get it.
Brick: Well, let me help by taking care of my dirty plate. [garbage disposal grinding] [grinding stops] [holds bent spoon] Found another one.