Brick: [yawns] I'm tired. I'm going to bed.
Frankie: Unh-unh. No. You cannot go to bed. This is your fault. I bought a tiki torch. I was this close. If anyone needs sleep, it's me. I've got about an ounce of memory left in my head. You did this. You did this to me, and you know what? You're gonna pay. I am gonna make you pay.
Mike: Okay. All right. Mom needs a little break, little cooling down time.
Frankie: Mike, he did. He did it, Mike. This is his fault.
Mike: I know. Just little, teeny break. You'll feel better in the morning.