Brick: Hey, Mom, quick thing. I need you to take about 200 pictures of my classmates and set them to music in a slide show. It should be touching but not schmaltzy, funny, but without trying too hard. And if you could have it ready Friday morning by 10:00, that'd be great. 11:00 at the latest. Night.
Frankie: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Brick. How long have you known about this?
Brick: What's today? Thursday? About... four years.
Frankie: Brick!
Brick: It's not my fault. They should have voted for Jay Gold. I got elected based on one good speech and didn't have the skills to back it up. It's really what's wrong with politics.