Frankie: Hey, buddy.
Brick: Do you have to sit right next to me? There's a whole theater here.
Frankie: Listen, you share a room with Axl. What are you hearing?
Brick: Hearing?
Frankie: Yeah, what's the buzz on the street, the inside scoop? Which way do you think he's leaning, Denver-wise?
Brick: Mom, the secrets that two brothers share are a sacred confidence, and I don't feel comfortable breaking that trust.
Frankie: You got nothing.
Brick: Zippo.