Frankie: Brick, your dad and I feel really, really bad about forgetting your birthday.
Brick: Oh, it's okay.
Mike: All right. Sleep tight, buddy.
Frankie: No, it's not okay. Your 13th birthday is a big deal. You're about to become a teenager.
Brick: I've been a teenager for three months.
Frankie: [sighs] Right. And t-that's why we've decided that you can do whatever you want. Your choice, Brick... anything at all.
Brick: Really? Hmm. Well, some kids at my school have bowling parties. I mean, I've never been invited, but they talk about them in front of me, and it sounds pretty fun.
Mike: Okay, then. Bowling party it is.