Axl: All right. You kicked a ball. Now, where's my report?
Brick: I even misspelled "harpoon" so she'll think you wrote it.
Axl: Wait a minute. Where's the rest? This is supposed to be, like, 20 pages.
Brick: It was fun when you taught me how to kick a ball. So every time you're nice and play with me, you get another page.
Axl: What? That wasn't the deal.
Brick: Feel free to do the report yourself.
Axl: Okay, fine. [opens the book] How about a sandwich? Do you want a sandwich?
Brick: Peanut butter, no crust.