Brick: I know. Dad's gonna kill me. He's already mad about the sink. Add wrecking his lawn mower to the mix, and who knows what he's gonna do?
Axl: Ooh. Hang on. Hang on. I think I can help you. I was saving this one for myself in case I ever got in trouble, but, uh, I'm crazy responsible now, so I'll never need it. Here's what you're gonna do. You take Dad's wallet. He'll go nuts looking for it, think somebody stole it. Then, when he discovers the lawn mower and starts to get mad about it, you run in, say you found his wallet. You're the big hero. He can't get mad at you for the lawn mower. You're welcome. Now, uh, I'm gonna play you off. [Brick sighs] Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. You're not gonna blow it with your whole "I'm lying" thing, are you?
Brick: Oh, I outgrew that. Now I just fart when I lie, but nobody notices.
Axl: Mm. That Cindy's a lucky gal.