Frankie: I don't get it, Brick. What are you so afraid of? What do you think is gonna happen?
Brick: We drive onto the bridge, and suddenly there's a terrible cracking sound. The bridge collapses, and the car is thrown into the lake. It fills with water and sinks like a big metal coffin. We struggle to get out, but underwater no one can hear our screams. We all shake with convulsions as the life leaves our bodies. Our bloated corpses go undiscovered for months, but when they're finally dragged out of the lake, they're unrecognizable, because fish have eaten out our eyeballs. [whispers] Eyeballs.

Frankie: [v.o.] So maybe I didn't get Sue, but I did get Brick. I pushed him out of my body. I could push him over that bridge.
Frankie: All right. Let's not even think about crossing the bridge right now. Let's just get to know the bridge, and don't worry. We'll go at your pace. You take all the time you need.
[later, Frankie stands in the middle of the bridge while Brick remains on land:]
Frankie: It's been two hours! You are going to cross this bridge right now! Right now!
[later, Frankie sits on the hood of the car as Brick stands next to it:]
Frankie: All the cool kids are doing it. Come on, Brick. Don't you wanna be cool?
[later, Frankie bends down to talk to Brick at eye level:]
Frankie: You know, your dad may not think you can handle this, but I do. You're a big boy. You're practically an adult.
[later:]
Frankie: What are you, a baby? A wittle, wittle baby?
[later:]
Frankie: [cries] I'm sorry. I'm a horrible mother!

Axl: Guys, seriously, I'm trying to study. This is, like, my entire career. It starts with lifeguard. Then I graduate to beach lifeguard, then Hawaiian tropic judge, then rapper, so if you want a shout-out at the Grammys, keep it down!