Brick: Well, thank you for showing up. I-I'd better get over to the dessert table. I grabbed some loose cookies from your nightstand. They're in my backpack.
Frankie: Actually, Brick, I took care of that.
Brick: Wow. Why would Nancy Donahue do a whole table dedicated just to me?
Frankie: Nancy didn't do it. I did it.
Brick: How did you find a store that had cupcakes with my name on them?
Frankie: These aren't from the store. I made them. I did it all this myself. I was up till 4:00 a.m. baking, cutting out decorations, blowing up the balloons, making your favorite lime-green JELL-O salad.
Brick: Oh, my God. It isn't even Thanksgiving.
Frankie: Brick, I just want you to know, we could not be more proud of you. And this is proof, 'cause I hate doing this. I mean, it's easy to do things you like for people, but doing something you hate... that's love.
Brick: Thanks, Mom. I love you, too.