Frankie: So, how was social group?
Brick: Interesting. We got a girl.
Frankie: A girl? Really? What's her issue?
Brick: I don't know. She makes eye contact, she never has her hands in her pants, and everything she eats is food.
Frankie: Wow. The big three. Sounds like a clerical error.
Brick: That's what I'm thinking.