Brick: Uh, I see stuffing. I see potatoes. I don't see any lime jello salad. You said you were gonna make me lime jello salad.
Frankie: When did I say that?
[flashback to a young Brick pulling on his mother's shirt:]
Young Brick: Mom, will you make me a lime jello salad?
Frankie: I'm busy, Brick. I'll make it some other time.
Young Brick: When?
Frankie: Talk to me in 10 years.
[present:]
Brick: Well, it's been 10 years.
Frankie: Seriously, Brick? Are you kidding me? You've been waiting for lime jello salad for 10 years?
Brick: Then you see the unfairness of the situation.
Frankie: Ugh. Fine. I'll make it tomorrow.