Brick: How am I supposed to learn how to drive if you won't let me practice?
Frankie: I'm sorry, Brick, but there were eggs in the car... and me.
Brick: Dad, will you please talk some sense into your wife? My learner's permit expires in a week, and if I don't get my license, you're gonna have to pay $9 of your hard-earned money for me to renew it.
Mike: A small price to pay to live.
Frankie: Look, Brick, we gave you plenty of chances, but both your dad and I don't feel comfortable letting you back on the road.
Brick: So, in other words, you two think I'm such a terrible driver that if I even step foot in that car, I'll hurt myself, you guys, and other innocent people?
Mike: Actually, those are the perfect words. Good listening, buddy.