Frankie: Look, Brick. We just came off of a big push getting Sue into college, and we just need a break. It's like how when we drive Dad's car all the way to Grandma's and we have to let it sit for a while or it won't turn on again. We're like that right now. We're just like parental beater cars.
Mike: Yeah. Just give us a couple months to recharge.
Brick: You still have to take care of me. I'm still here. I'm still in school. I mean, not officially, but once Mom fills out the paperwork...
Mike: Yeah, but it's eighth grade. Not really an important year.
Frankie: I promise... when you get to ninth grade, we'll give it a big push.
Mike: If not ninth, tenth.
Frankie: Right.
Mike: Hey, Brick. Hand me that remote, would you?