Brick: Can I run a few things by you, Dad? You know a lot about musicals.
Mike: No, I don't.
Brick: Ane, twa, three. [Scottish accent] ♪ They called him Sergeant MacKenzie ♪ ♪ He was fine, like a good wine ♪ ♪ He'll come looking to skelp your wee behind ♪ ♪ So make a note, pack up your goat ♪ [normal voice] Wait a minute. As I hear "goat," I'm not loving it. I'm gonna work on that.
Mike: Good idea. Don't rush it. It's art.