Frankie: [v.o.] So the next few days, Mike continued to not be sad.
Frankie: Hey, where's your dad?
Brick: I told him the game was on, but he didn't want to watch. Then he took two beers and went into the garage.
Frankie: You're watching the game?
Brick: I'm counting the dribbles.
Axl: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! I just vacuumed! Phone books!