Axl: [muffled] Brick! I got one week off between football and classes. I'm trying to get some sleep. You own three shirts. Pick one and hit the road.
Brick: Sorry. It's just seventh grade is a little more challenging than I thought it'd be.
Axl: Oh, my God. I don't care. Why are you trying to get close to me? I'm gone, man. Move on!