Mike: Come on, Brick. Book down. We're hitting the lake. [Brick holds a finger up] No. No finger. Come on. Let's go.
Brick: How long will this take?
Mike: I don't know, Brick. It's really up to the fish.
Brick: Why do I have to go?
Mike: Because we're camping. It's a beautiful day, and I said so.
Brick: Was it a beautiful day on your bad honeymoon?
Mike: Bad? No one said it was bad.