Brick: Axl, this is my last chance to spend time with you at college. Please!
Axl: Ugh! Why do you idolize me so much? Why am I so amazing? All right. Fine. The agricultural students usually have something going on in one of their birthing barns. It's like a party in a barn. It's called a barty.
Brick: You're on me for "par-tay," but "barty" is okay?
Axl: I didn't name it, Brick.
Brick: Ehh.