Frankie: Hey, what are you doing? You're not answering another Craigslist ad, are you? I told you, we're not getting a four-person pedal boat.
Brick: I'm off that. Too impractical. We're a family of five. Anyway, I'm calling the pretzel information line to inform them the decrease in salt crystals has not gone unnoticed.
Frankie: So, this is just regular odd behavior? This isn't gonna cost me anything?
Brick: Toll-free call, just like the Bureau of Land Management. [whispers] Bureau of Land Management.
Male Voice: [on phone] Hi, and welcome to the Sutter Farms family of products. From industrial cleaning solvents to our delicious baked goods, we're there for you. If you have a question or comment, press 1. If you have an idea for a new Sutter Farms product, press 2.
Brick: Ooh. As a matter of fact, I do.

Brick: Aw, man. I got to go put on another pot. It's gonna be a long night.
Mike: Brick, you don't work for the pretzel company. They're not counting on your ideas. Turn off the light and go to bed.
Brick: You just don't get it, Dad. You don't have a creative job.
Mike: You don't, either!
Brick: Look, I'm gonna get a call from Corporate in St. Paul, Minnesota, and I've got to deliver. You only get one shot in this game, and if I blow it, it's gonna kill me with the candy-bar people, the cereal people, the popcorn people...
Mike: Brick, I need to sleep. I got to work tomorrow.
Brick: God, I envy how mindless your job is.

Frankie: [v.o.] Out here in the middle, we're not caviar, champagne, or theater people. We like pretzels, beer, and TV.
Brick: 36 salt specks.
Mike: You count the number of salt specks?
Brick: You don't count?
Mike: No. No, I don't. That's another one in the "Just You" column.
Brick: Mm. There are fewer specks than there used to be. They're clearly cutting back on salt. Isn't that the point of the pretzel to have it be both salty and crunchy? Otherwise, it's toast.
Mike: Remember the rule no talking when the TV's on?
Brick: But the TV's always on.
Mike: And why do you think that is?