Brick: So I've got fake noses and rock gloves. What time are we leaving tomorrow? We should probably go early. Silligans aren't known for being prompt.
Mike: What are you talkin' about?
Brick: Nowhere Con. The Planet Nowhere convention. Tomorrow in Indianapolis? You said you'd take me.
Mike: Uh, that doesn't sound like us.
[flashback to Frankie as she drives and eats chips:]
Brick: [on the phone] Will you take me to the Planet Nowhere convention in Indianapolis?
Frankie: What? [crunches] [mouth full] Hold on, I'm gonna put you on speaker. [beep] Okay, here we go. Now what were you saying? [tires screech] Oh, great.