Brick: Well, I still haven't broken up with Cindy. This type of personal transaction requires a level of social grace that frankly, I do not possess.
Axl: Just have a glass of wine. I find it really takes the edge off.
Brick: You got to help me, Mom. Axl's advice was morally bereft, and Dad's was spotty at best. Oh, and just a heads-up... I think he's still dating a couple women. So, Mom, if you were still young and vital, how would you like to hear, "I'm sick of you, your ears don't do it for me anymore, we're in a rut, it's dead, it's over, it's done"?
Cindy: [on cellphone] Hello? Brick? Is that you?
Brick: Oh, my God! I butt-dialed Cindy! What on earth is my phone doing in my pocket?! I'm a dead man!
Axl: Bet you want that wine now, huh?