Frankie: Hey, Brick. Grandma's gonna be staying with us for a while, and the good news is she didn't have a stroke. The doctors are still trying to figure out what went wrong.
Brick: Hm. Did she bring fudge?
Pat: [gasps] Oh...
Frankie: Brick!
Brick: What? You said she didn't have a stroke.
Frankie: She was in the hospital. When would she have made fudge?
Brick: I don't know how grandmas work. All I know is that when I see her, there's usually fudge.
Pat: Oh, I can whip up a batch of fudge lickety-split.
Frankie: No, no, no. You are not whipping up anything.
Pat: Oh.
Frankie: Brick can survive without fudge.
Brick: So, that's a firm...
Frankie: No fudge!