Brick: Anyway, since deciding to give up my tics a half-hour ago, I've whooped five times and whispered three. By the way, I'm counting them now, so I'm scared that might be a new one.
Frankie: Don't be discouraged, Brick. Being aware of the problem is half the battle.
Axl: Don't listen to her, Brick. That's mom speak for "I got nothing." Fortunately for you, I'm taking intro to psych this semester, and we're learning about this guy named Sigmund Freud. Uh, you guys might want to pay attention here, too. [Frankie chuckles]
Mike: We've heard of Freud, Axl.
Axl: Yeah, 'cause I just said it. Nice try, though. So, this Freud guy, he had the hots for his own mom. [shudders] But it's all good 'cause he figured out a way to turn his perviness into science. He invented these things called the ego, the superego, and the I.D. So, what I'm saying, Brick, is, I'm pretty sure I can fix you.
Brick: Can you fix me by tomorrow? I'm meeting Cindy at the library at 3:00.
Axl: I'd bet my C-plus on it.

Axl: What the hell is going on?! Why is Darrin calling me asking me to be his best man?
Mike: 'Cause apparently your sister's getting married.
Axl: And you two guys are just sitting here letting this happen? Why aren't you stopping this?! My God, I have to do everything around here. I have to fix the sink, I have to fix the Brick, now I got to fix the Sue? You are not getting married, all right?! You've got too many dorky dreams to fulfill!
Sue: I know, Axl! I don't want to get married!
Axl: See? I've been saying this the whole time... this Darrin thing was a trainwreck, but you guys are all like, "Oh, he's harmless. Be supportive of your sister. Stop making vomit noises when you see them together."
Frankie: Okay, who's really to blame here? You're the one that brought Darrin home for a play date when you were 4.
Axl: I didn't even like him back then, but you said, "You better find something to like 'cause I like Mrs.
McGrew." [gasps] Oh, my God. Her name is gonna be "Sue Sue McGrew." [Sue gasps] [Axl claps slowly] Nice parenting. Classic.
Brick: Tension's a trigger. It's getting worse, Axl.
Axl: Just keep snapping, Brick. I'm juggling a million balls here.

Axl: Mom, Dad, get in here! I cured Brick!
Frankie: What's going on?
Axl: I give you a de-freaked Brick Heck. It wasn't easy. I had to hit the books pretty hard. I'm not gonna lie... I took Brick to some pretty dark places and he had to face some demons, but in the end, it all came down... to this.
Mike: The chair?
Axl: Not just any chair, the rickety, rusty lawn chair you forced Brick to sit in for years. While we've all sat like kings in our matching Broyhill chairs, Brick has been forced to sit in a lawn chair you pulled out of the backyard. Hence, he's never felt like a part of the family. He's been trapped in a nylon cage.
Mike: Really? So, you're saying that all your tics come down to a chair?
Brick: I know it sounds crazy, but the weird thing is, I've been sitting here in an inside chair all day and I haven't whooped or whispered once. Maybe it's the height... I just feel... Empowered. Included. It's kind of life-changing.
Axl: So, in summary, you people screwed Brick up, I fixed him, you're welcome, my work here is done.