Frankie: [sigh] Oh, my God. The kids are right. We're like the Bickersons. No wonder poor Brick was traumatized.
Mike: Poor Brick? We wouldn't have been fighting in the first place if it wasn't for "poor Brick."
Frankie: That's true. Without his whole homework fiasco, you and I would have been having a very pleasant evening bailing filthy water out of our basement.
Mike: Followed by a romantic hose-spaghetti dinner.