Axl: Brick, come here!
Brick: [sitting on his bed] May I help you?
Axl: [gasps] Where did you come from?
Brick: I was literally here when you came in. I asked you how your day was.
Axl: Ugh. Can't believe Dad's making us go on this stupid trip. I start my job next week. I need this time to relax.
Brick: What about me? I'm finally off school. It's my holiday.
Axl: Oh, what? It's your holiday? What are you, British now? [British accent] Ooh, where are you holidaying? I'm holidaying in the south of Orson. I might pop across the pond to Terre Haute for some crumpets and tea.