Brick: I can't believe Dad drove us from our own room. Does he know what time I have to be on the bus tomorrow?
Axl: What about me, huh? I got to drive the bus. You just got to sit in the back, and come up with clever nicknames for Susie Miller's boobs. Or whatever it is you do to pass the time. Point is, I am responsible for children. Dad works in a quarry. I mean, what does he even do there?
Brick: I saw him staple a few papers when I was there. He probably sells rocks.
Axl: You don't sell rocks, Brick. People just dig 'em up. It's public domain.
Brick: Well, maybe he turns rocks into marble counters.
Axl: If he could do that, we'd have a better kitchen.