Frankie: The last time I went pants shopping with Brick is apparently the last time I'll ever go pants shopping with Brick, and I don't even remember the last time I went pants shopping with Brick.
Mike: I do. You said, "That's the last time I'm ever going pants shopping with Brick."
Frankie: It's all just going and going, Mike. The kids are growing up so fast and right out of our lives.
Mike: That's the plan.
Frankie: But there's no warning. It just happens. I mean, think of all the lasts I've missed. The last time I read Goodnight Moon to him. The last time he rode in a car seat. The last time I made pancakes in the shape of books he liked. I mean, it was a pain, but I'd do it tomorrow in a heartbeat. Well, not tomorrow 'cause I have something, but the next day, for sure.
Mike: Is this gonna be a whole thing? 'Cause, really, I just came in to go to the bathroom.
Frankie: Look at this note, Mike. Brick left this for me years ago, and I threw it in a box of old shoes. "Don't forget to kizz me good night." Yeah. He spelled "kiss" with two z's. That could have been the last time he asked for a "kizz" and a cuddle. And I bet I didn't do it. Probably had something better to do. If I knew it was the last time, I would have done it, but I didn't. [sobs]
Mike: This may be a bad time to ask, but how much were the pants?