Frankie: [v.o.] A few days later, I'd run out of milk, and I'd run out of excuses.
Frankie: Brick, I've made a decision. I have to make a quick run to the grocery, and I've decided... to let you stay home alone.
Brick: Okay. [looks down at book]
Frankie: That's it? You have been hounding me about this for days. I thought you'd be excited.
Brick: Oh, I am. [looks down at book]
Frankie: All right. Listen. I'll be gone exactly 24 minutes, and emergency numbers are by the phone. No pay-per-view, no baths, no knives, no going in the attic. If somebody comes to the door, don't answer it. But if the phone rings, you can answer it, but if it's for me, tell 'em I'm in the other room cleaning my gun, and I'll call them back in 24 minutes. You got it?
Brick: [without looking up] Got it. Bye.
Frankie: You're welcome.