Mike: Look, Brick, here's the deal, your mom had a meeting with your principal.
Brick: I didn't do it. I'm not doing that anymore.
Mike: [clicks teeth] Well, whatever it was, you clearly got away with it, so let us just tell you what the meeting was about.
Frankie: They think maybe you're ready to skip eighth grade and go straight in high school.
Brick: Really? Hmm. Okay, sounds good.
Mike: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. It's kind of a big decision. Don't you wanna think about it?
Brick: Well, the truth is I am kind of bored in middle school, and the boys in my class are really childish. They draw boobs on everything.
Mike: Yeah, I'm not really sure that's gonna change in high school.
Brick: You know, I was kinda dreading the eighth grade. But now I might even look forward to the fall. And now it's even less likely there'll be any repercussions from the... Well, you said you didn't wanna know.