Brick: Well, I took your advice, and I got a job.
Mike: You're giving Chinese massages?
Brick: No, underneath that. You're looking at the new paperboy at the Orson Herald.
Frankie: Oh, no. I don't think so, Brick. You're too young and too... You know, everything.
Brick: But you told me I should earn my own money.
Frankie: Yeah, figuring you'd give up. Look, Brick, a real job is a lot of responsibility.
Brick: I'll approach it with the same sense of responsibility I always do.
Frankie: That's what we're afraid of.