Sue: Brick! Are you not getting my texts? We have to figure out Mother's Day.
Frankie: Oh, if it were 1947, we could take her to Collier's Family Restaurant, but it closed in 1983 due to a fire and never re-opened.
Sue: That's great! But we got to find someplace to take Mom in this century.
Brick: Ahh, 1983... that was Box Number Nine. I worked my way through all nine boxes of microfiche I got from the library. And it's over.
Sue: Really, Brick? You read all that microfiche?
Brick: Yep. Nine years worth of stories... done. I should've appreciated it more. I guess I could go back and look through 'em again. But, it's not the same knowing there aren't any new ones coming.
Sue: Okay, get up. Get up. Get up! Stop living in the past. You have spent the last year hunched over that thing, missing out on life. There is a whole world out there, Brick. It's called Orson, Indiana.
Brick: Hey, you grieve for the microfiche in your way, and I'll grieve in mine.