Brick: Aw, man. I got to go put on another pot. It's gonna be a long night.
Mike: Brick, you don't work for the pretzel company. They're not counting on your ideas. Turn off the light and go to bed.
Brick: You just don't get it, Dad. You don't have a creative job.
Mike: You don't, either!
Brick: Look, I'm gonna get a call from Corporate in St. Paul, Minnesota, and I've got to deliver. You only get one shot in this game, and if I blow it, it's gonna kill me with the candy-bar people, the cereal people, the popcorn people...
Mike: Brick, I need to sleep. I got to work tomorrow.
Brick: God, I envy how mindless your job is.