Brick: Oh, all right, fine. Sorry. Um, let's see. Well, one of my best times with Dad was when he had me rake leaves. It was funny 'cause I was probably 9 at the time, and I was worried about the leaves being incinerated...
Sue: Cut. Mom, I was finally getting something good out of Brick, and you're ruining my shot.
Frankie: I am so close. You can film Dad's thing anywhere.
Sue: Shh. I don't want to spoil the surprise. It's a secret.
Brick: Here's something that's not a secret. Dad's gonna hate this video.
Sue: Okay, from other people, he might hate it, but not from me. Now, Mom, will you please get out of my shot? I finally had a vein-free story from Brick, and you screwed it up.
Brick: That's actually not true. The end of the story comes around nicely back to veins.