Mike: Brick, we gotta talk about school.
Brick: Okay. Well, I've been doing some research, and there's a private school with an excellent library, across town that looks interesting. It'll be a bit of a drive for you, but I'm willing to put up with it, and then, of course there's always homeschooling.
Mike: "Homeschooling"? We've taught you everything we know. Look, Brick... [clears throat] Even though it hurts right now, it's actually good that you're feeling disappointment. I mean, if- If Shaquille O'Neal had a bad game, he didn't give up and retire. He'd shake it off and come back and play the next day, and eventually, he won four championships. [off Brick's blank look] Basketball player. The guy on your backpack?
Brick: Oh. I'm pretty sure he pronounces it "Shaq-will."
Mike: I'm pretty sure he doesn't. Point is, he was able to take his disappointment and use it to make himself stronger. Think of it as fuel.
Brick: Nah. Too embarrassing. I can't go back.
Mike: Really? All the embarrassing things you've done, and this is the one that brings you down?
Brick: Apparently. [whispers] Kemo Sabe. [talks normally] Shoot.
Mike: It's time, Brick. You gotta go back to school.
Brick: Everyone's gonna laugh at me.
Mike: Not if I'm standing there with ya.

Frankie: How can he be out? What word did he miss?
Mike: "Reindeer." Got a little ahead of yourself there, didn't you? Just couldn't wait to start dancing.
Frankie: Really, Brick? "Reindeer"?
Brick: I know. There's a trick. The first part is the opposite of what you would think. Then I overthought it and made both parts the opposite. I got the "rein", then messed up the "deer"!
Axl: You misspelled "reindeer"? R-e-i-n-d-e-e-r? You know there's a trick, right? Dude, even I know that. [Brick groans]
Mike: Okay, you know what, buddy? Shake it off. It happens sometimes. Take a day off, and we'll start training for next year.
Brick: There isn't gonna be a next year. It was humiliating and depressing and mortifying, all words, by the way, that I know how to spell! I'm never going back to that school.

Frankie: Ooh, I'm in. Two tickets, upper level... Bieber! [Sue screams] Two minutes to enter my info. Wait. What's this "security word" in that little box? And why is it all blurry and slanted like that?
Sue: Just type it.
Frankie: Oh, god. "Z-E-B-4-A"? Is that supposed to be "zebra"? What is with the "4"? That can't be right.
Sue: It's not a "4." It's a "6"... Or a capital "N." 60 seconds.
Frankie: Okay, okay, I'll ask for another word. Maybe it'll be easier to read. "Y-E..." Is that an "8" or a "B"?
Brick: [practicing spelling with Mike] B-L...
Frankie: "L"? It's not an "L." Hey, pipe down in there.
Mike: You pipe down.
Brick: You sure you're not getting a divorce?
Sue: Everyone's piping down right now! Mom, Bieber, go.
Frankie: Okay, okay, I'll try a new one. "A-R..." Mm, no, pass. "F-3..." Okay. No, pass.
Sue: Ten seconds!
Frankie: Ooh! Yes! I can read that one. "Sold out."
Sue: [screams] No! [cries]