Rusty: All right. Let's do it.
Brick: Does this really seem like a good idea? I mean, Mom won't even let me make toast.
Rusty: Oh, come on now. Put her in drive. There you go. Now give it a little gas.
Brick: I'm so nervous.
Rusty: Well, there's nothing to be nervous about. Worst-case scenario, we both die, and that's gonna happen at some point anyway. [engine rumbling] [tires screech] Okay.
Brick: [chuckles] I'm driving! [whispers] Driving.
Rusty: Okay, now keep your eye on the road! Jeez, I learned that lesson the hard way. Hey, this is kind of embarrassing, but, uh, could you give me your name one more time? Is it...