Axl: [plays guitar solo] Hey! Nice job, fetus! You just wrecked my epic solo! Keep it down!
Brick: Look, I know you're not too familiar with how books work, but I can't read without turning pages.
Axl: Oh... [phone rings] Ooh. It's Darrin. You know the deal... Leave or pillow head.
[Axl answers phone after Brick wraps a pillow around his head]
Axl: Yo, D-train. What up?! No, dude. [Axl straps the pillow to Brick's head] I can't go for chicken right now. Last time I drove that far, my tire fell off, but, dude, I'm glad you called. Hold onto your panties for this sick jam! [plays guitar solo]