Frankie: Look, Brick, I'm just tired. I've got acid reflux. I'm burping fire right now. Why don't we just float your special day until we can make it really special?
Brick: You won't. I know you won't.
Frankie: Brick-
Brick: No. You do things for everybody else. And by the time you get around to me, you don't care. You don't have anything left. You don't even have the energy to yell at me.
Frankie: You want us to yell at you?
Brick: Yeah, sometimes! You yell at Axl and Sue. Once in a while it'd be nice to know that you care enough to yell at me, too. Look at this. I'm making a whole scene in the shoe store, and nothing!
Frankie: Brick, look, I know it's tough being the third child... [yawns] but I want you to know that we don't take you for granted. And we love you, and... Mike, help me out here.
Mike: I wonder if these come in brown.
Brick: Forget it. Let's just go.