Brick: Hey, Dad, I'm running out of space in my room. Do you think your workers could come over and build me a bookcase? Maybe something in a dark walnut. I really want to make the books pop.
Mike: What? They're not gonna do that, Brick.
Brick: Why not? They helped you.
Mike: Yeah, that's 'cause they're my friends.
Brick: Oh, I thought they were only doing it 'cause you're their boss.
Mike: No. Where'd you get that idea? We're friends. Friends help each other out.
Brick: So you go over to their houses and help them with stuff?
Mike: Why don't you go outside with your mom?