Brick: I'm sorry. I can't live in this clutter anymore. I just can't. This isn't the room of a man of words, it's a room of a man of sweat socks. There's no space for my thoughts.
Axl: Put your thoughts in the dining room. That's the junk area.
Mike: We're not doing that anymore. Now it's the basement.
Brick: I'm sorry, but his garbage is everywhere. I found pool balls under my bed!
Axl: I am learning to juggle! I'm trying to better myself, unlike you people.
Brick: Dad, it's my room now. He doesn't even live here anymore.
Axl: This is my spring break, and this is my vacation home.
Mike: So much sadness in that sentence. Look, you guys are old enough to figure this out, so figure it out.