Frankie: Um, Brick, if you have issues with Mr. Wilkerson, you're gonna have to talk to him yourself. I mean, you're in the fourth grade now. We trust you to take care of this. You've matured.
Brick: Really?
Frankie: Oh, yeah, you have, definitely.
Brick: Hmm. [walks off]
Mike: You just don't wanna go see his teacher.
Frankie: Gee, you think? [shouts over the loud dishwasher] I learned my lesson with Ms. Rinsky! I'm not going anywhere near that school.