Mike: Brick, you don't need all that junk... the hats and the cups and the Silligan pool floaties. It's not supposed to be about the merchandise, it's supposed to be the experience. What are you doing? Are you texting your mom when I told you not to?
Brick: "Dad is being a jerk."
Mike: Did you seriously just call me a jerk? [scoffs] Do you have any idea what your grandpa would've done to me if I called him a jerk?
Brick: Actually, I didn't call you a jerk. I described you as being a jerk. In this instance, "being" is an adverbial participle clause, so...
Mike: Enough. Give me your phone.
Brick: My phone... that I only ever use to talk to Mom?
Mike: Forget it. You're grounded instead. Go to your room, and don't come out until I say.
Brick: My room... with all my favorite books and Axl's super-TV? Okay.
Mike: Hold it. [sighs] There's got to be something around here that means something to you.
Brick: Good luck. I care about very little.