Brick: I'm beginning to feel like a literary character I've recently discovered. You see, there's this boy with a very round head, and he has a dog that sleeps on top of his doghouse. Apparently, he was a World War I fighter pilot. If you can suspend disbelief, it all works.
Sue: You're talking about Charlie Brown.
Brick: Then you've heard of it!
Sue: Everyone has.
Brick: Great. So I'm the last to know. Will the indignities never end? Axl's getting paychecks, you're on a nonstop vacation. Why is it never my turn? What does the universe have against me? [a baby picture of Brick falls off the wall and shatters]
Sue: It's okay, Brick! We can put up another picture of you.
Brick: There is no other picture of me.