Brick: Hello, Mother. Hello, Father. So now I need a therapist? Am I really that weird?
Frankie: Look, you're no weirder than you've ever been, it's just that suddenly, the school seems to care.
Brick: Don't you think that's something we should talk about? What happened to "You're growing up, Brick," "We should include you in the conversations, Brick"?
Mike: It's good for you, and it's free. You're doing it. [Brick walks off] It is free, right?
Frankie: Oh, yeah. Checked twice.
Mike: Good, 'cause I finally got through to the insurance company. Apparently they're backed up, and it's gonna be at least a week before they can process our claim.
Frankie: What? A week with no windshield? This is not convertible weather, Mike. What are we supposed to do?