Frankie: Hey, Brick, let's go.
Brick: I'm ready.
Mike: Wow, look at you... All wearing a skirt and everything. Who you supposed to be?
Aunt Edie: He's Shirley Temple.
Brick: You don't recognize me? From history? Okay. I'll give you a hint. I died from bayonet wounds in the Great War. [Scottish accent] I'm Sergeant Charles MacKenzie, the Scottish World War I hero. Look, I don't expect a lot of adults to get it.
Mike: I don't think a lot of kids are gonna get it either.

Sue: The junior high got permission to move the Halloween dance to nighttime! Sorry, Brick. Guess you're on your own this year.
Brick: Yes! Finally.
Frankie: [v.o.] For years, Sue had dragged poor brick around as part of her Halloween costume.
[montage:]
Sue and Brick: [dressed as a dog and fire hydrant] Trick or treat!
Sue and Brick: [dressed as an ice hockey player and puck] Trick or treat!
Sue and Brick: [dressed as a chicken and an egg] Trick or treat!
[present:]
Sue: Well, excuse me for wanting your childhood to be fun, unlike Axl ever did for me.

Axl: Ohh, if I could only go back in time and right all the wrongs I've ever done to you!
Sue: Well, what are your big Halloween plans? I bet they're not better than going to a dance... at night.
Axl: F.Y. Your information, we're going to a totally rockin' haunted house that Darrin heard about. It's run by people who work in a morgue, so there's real blood and actual body parts. They don't tweet us the address till Halloween night, 'cause they have to move it every year, or else the cops'll show up and shut it down. Seriously! It's illegally gross.