Brick: Hey, Mom. Whoop.
Frankie: Hey, Brick. You're back already, huh? How was it?
Brick: Awesome. Mrs. Donahue brought thermoses of apple cider, and then she took us to Orson Heights. Everyone was giving out full-sized candy bars, and the houses are huge. Have you ever considered moving there?
Frankie: Come on. Unload the loot. Mama's jonesing for a Kit Kat. Whoa. Brick, that is a buttload of candy.
Brick: I know. By my calculations, I should have enough to eat a piece every day for the next year and a half.
Frankie: [mouth full] Oh no, Brick. You are not eating all this candy. Okay, tell you what... we'll make a deal. You can eat as much as you want for the next 24 hours, and then we're sending the rest to the soldiers overseas. Hmm?
Brick: Fine.
Frankie: All right? Come on. Time for bed. [slides a Kit Kat towards her]