Brick: Hi, Grandma Dot.
Grandma Dot: Hello, Brick. Sad, isn't it? The last drop-off.
Brick: Yeah. Me and this box have had a lot of good times together. I like to pretend I'm feeding him.
Brick: Hey, Mom? Can we give Grandma Dot a ride home? Oh, Brick, I have enough old lady problems.
I don't have time to go carting around s- Hey there. Hop on in.