Brick: I think I figured out what's causing my back problems. It's this chair you made me sit in.
Frankie: Made you sit in?
Mike: For years, you begged us to get you a normal chair.
Brick: Well, I have to listen to my body. Besides, I miss my old chair. I sat in it for as long as I can remember. It's like a trusted friend, a faithful comrade.
Mike: You don't have to write it a poem. It was a lawn chair.
Brick: Which happens to have been perfectly molded to my coccyx. [whispering] Coccyx. [normal voice] Wow, that's been a while.