Frankie: I think what my husband and I are wondering is why? Why does he have a hard time making friends?
Mrs. Tompkins: Oh. Who can say why anyone does anything?
Mike: You're supposed to for 500 bucks.
Frankie: Mike, let her finish.
Mrs. Tompkins: Oh, I'm done.
Mike: Let me tell you something. Brick is the happiest kid I know. Sure, he whispers to himself. Sure, he showers sitting down. [Mrs. Tompkins clicks her pen] Maybe he licked the car once or twice. Hey, don't write that down.