Brick: Wait. Dad, no. Not the microfiche! Please! Take my phone! I care about my phone so much!
Mike: Oh, no. See, this is what happens when you don't listen, Brick. [removes bulb from machine] Your microfiche privileges are revoked until... [drops bulb]
Brick: Thank God it landed on the carpet. Those bulbs are impossible to replace.
Mike: Okay, hang on. Just where'd the... [steps on bulb]
Brick: Thanks, Dad. This has been the perfect day.