Sue: We're not harvesting our parents' organs!
Axl: Well, we got to do something! We're wasting valuable time here. Who knows how long this goodwill is gonna last? We could be one sweat sock on the table away from blowing this whole thing. [snaps fingers] Huh! They've never taken us on a good vacation. Huh, right? I mean, I'm not talking about South Dakota for Aunt Edie's funeral. I'm not talking about Kentucky for Dad's lame-o caves. I am talking about a real beach vacay.
Sue: What about the Florida Keys? Carly went there once, and she brought me back a pen where if you turned it upside down, the sun sets.
Axl: Think about it. We could get one of those fancy motels where you can drive right up to your door.
Sue: [gasps] And you can see headlights stream across the wall when you sleep?
Brick: And I can pet one of Hemingway's cats!
Axl: Yes! What?
Brick: Legend has it that a sea captain gave Ernest Hemingway a white six-toed cat, and now the Florida Keys...
Axl: Stop. You had me at six-toed cat.