Brick: Hey! Are you nuts? I'm in detox. You can't throw an open book in my face.
Axl: Chill out.
Brick: You chill out! I haven't read in ten hours. I didn't even get to read in school today.
Frankie: Knock knock.
Brick: [sharply] What?
Frankie: Hey, Brick. I know I've been busy, but guess what? There's ants in the dishwasher hole. You want to come help me put down some traps?
Brick: Yeah, I think I'll pass.
Frankie: Oh, come on. You and me, pal. Watching 'em all march to their death together? If that's not a mother-son bonding activity, I don't know what is.
Brick: [sighs] And I hate it when people say, "knock knock." It's irritating. Just knock or don't knock.