Brick: Dad, then can I ask you a question?
Mike: Kinda wondering why you didn't.
Brick: Okay. Where do the leaves go, you know, after the raking?
Mike: You ask Bob about football and I get leaves?
Brick: Well?
Mike: Well, we'll take 'em down to the dump, and they'll put 'em in the incinerator.
Brick: What?! You never said they were gonna burn 'em!
Mike: Well, what did you think was gonna happen?
Brick: I thought maybe we'd take them into the forest and set them free.