Brick: I'm sorry to bother you, but I really need to know something. How old was your husband when he died?
Cynthia: Oh, my husband's not dead. When I said he was gone, I meant he's at a conference in Sweden. He's the world's foremost authority on fonts.
Brick: I am? I mean, he is?!
Mike: Thanks very much. Glad your husband's not dead.
Brick: Uh, h-hold on. I have to ask you one more thing. Have you and your husband ever "done it"?
Cynthia: Well, we do have four beautiful children. [door closes]
Brick: Yes! Yes! Did you hear that, Dad? Four times. That's one more than you and Mom.
Mike: Congratulations, Brick. Future you is quite the ladies' man.