Brick: I remember the time Dad took me to play tennis. He got mad 'cause I brought my books, which the veins in his neck start popping out, but...
Sue: Cut. Brick, these are supposed to be nice memories.
Brick: Uh, that is a nice memory. Dad and I don't do a lot together.
Sue: Okay, well, it doesn't sound so nice. Now I want heartfelt, so step it up. Okay, make me feel something. And... action.
Brick: Here's a fond memory with Dad... the time he tried to teach me how to drive. The veins were really popping out of his neck then.
Sue: Brick, stop talking about veins.