Brick: Ow!
Frankie: Oh, honey, I'm sorry. Are you all right?
Mike: Hey, guys, the truck's passing the Donahues'.
Brick: Mom hit me with a beer bottle.
Mike: What?
Frankie: Brick, don't tell people that. It sounds horrible. I was tossing it to Sue, and Brick got in the way. Let me see that. No, you're fine.
Mike: He's all right?
Frankie: Yeah. Barely even a scratch. He's not bleeding or anything. I'm sorry, honey.
Brick: Darn. I wanted a band-aid. Can I put a band-aid on anyway? I want to use the new Super Mario ones.
[whispers] Super Mario.