Mike: Look, Brick, here's the deal: we're your parents, and we're gonna do all the worrying for you so you don't have to. That's our job. And guess what. I'm not worried. So you don't need to be, either.
Brick: All right. I guess I can try sleeping in my bed tonight.
Frankie: There you go.
Mike: All right. [tablet beeps] Yikes.