Frankie: I made breakfast! Come on, we're late! Let's go, let's go!
Frankie: [v.o.] That's my youngest, Brick. You know how you think giving a kid a cool name will make him cool? It doesn't.
Frankie: Okay, now listen. Today at recess, I don't want you wandering around alone on the perimeter. All right? It makes you an easy target, you know? Like- Like the gazelle that gets separated from the pack. You've gotta find yourself a group of kids and just stand near them.
Brick: You know you're my hero, right, Mom?
Frankie: Thank you, honey. Eat your pancake.
Brick: It's still frozen.
Frankie: Well, lick it. It'll last longer.