Brick: I can't hold it anymore. I'm going to the bathroom.
Henry: No, you won't survive! Want to punch me in the eye? Then you can go to the Vice Principal's office and use his bathroom.
Brick: That's all the way to Building "A." I'll never make it. [whispers] Building "A." Whoop!
Henry: Try sneaking in. Maybe that way, you won't draw attention to yourself.
Brick: No. No sneaking. We're sixth graders. Yeah, we may not have hair on our arms or the courage to look a girl in the eye, and we sometimes yearn for the days of scheduled nap time, but we're still men... small men, but men nonetheless and it's time to start acting like it.
Frankie: [v.o.] So Brick set out to go where no sixth grader had ever gone before... the bathroom.
Tall 8th Grader: Hey, how's it going?
Brick: Hey.