[As Frankie and Mike sleep on the train, Brick walks over and taps his mom on the shoulder]
Frankie: Stop patting me. It's over.
Brick: I made a friend.
Frankie: What? Where?
Brick: Here. He's this really cool guy named Travis, and he likes me.
Frankie: [gasps] Mike, wake up. Somebody likes Brick.
Mike: What? Who?
Brick: It turns out I'm cool on trains.
Mike: That's great, Brick.
Frankie: So what do you and Travis talk about?
Brick: Nothing. I figured out all I have to do is repeat what the other person says and then add the word "cool." All these years I've been repeating myself when I should've been repeating other people. [whispers] Repeating other people. Travis reminded me to have breakfast with him when the dining car opens. Can I go?
Mike: If he's buying, order extra and bring some back.
Brick: Bring some back. Cool. Magic, am I right?