Frankie: [cellphone vibrates] "Do I like green beans?" [scoffs] "Yes. Only with butter."
Brick: Hey! You're still parenting Sue.
Frankie: [sighs] Brick, you're in eighth grade. Sue just started college. It's like triage. Who do we save? Sue's the cerebral hemorrhage, and you're the sprained ankle. So, sorry, you've been tagged "non-critical."
Brick: Fine. Then I won't even tell you about the pep rally. And as for this emergency medical form, I guess I'll just put me.
Frankie: I swear... we're gonna care so much for high school.