Frankie: Okay, let's all hold on. This is crazy. We're all getting worked up. About a silly, little local newspaper.
Ben: "A silly paper." This "silly, little paper" put a roof over my head. Newspapers used to start wars, take down presidents. Now nobody seems to have time to read the paper any more, too busy running around with their iThings and their sketch phones.
Frankie: No, no, I don't have any of those things.
Ben: Jasper Harris died planting tomatoes. He was a World War II Vet who stormed the beaches of Normandy, won the Medal of Honor, so you two could have the freedom to mollycoddle your irresponsible kid. Now, no one's gonna honor Jasper, 'cause CNN isn't coming to Orson. No, no, no, no. And you two don't seem to think it's important that this "silly, little local newspaper" gets delivered.
[cut to Mike, Frankie and Brick in the car delivering newspapers:]
Frankie: Eh. Keep your batteries.