Frankie: I mean, is she going with somebody else? Did she say why? I don't get it. You look so good in that tux. You can't even tell a dead guy was almost buried in it.
Brick: I was going to ask for an explanation, but after I gave the drummers and the flag girls their 10 bucks, Cindy was gone. It's fine, I didn't really want to go to prom anyway. Ah, dames. I'm over 'em.
Frankie: No, Brick, you can't give up. You gotta try. Remember that one time in gym class you didn't want to climb the rope and I made you do it? What happened?
Brick: My hands slipped and I burned my privates on the way down.
Frankie: But you got to stay in bed for a week and read.
Brick: That was a good week.
Frankie: See? Moms know stuff. Now go get your girl.

Frankie: What do you mean you got your driver's license?!
Brick: Well, you guys weren't around, so I asked Sue to take me. I passed!
Mike: Yeah, we saw that.
Frankie: Brick, that is not okay! If your parents say no to something, that doesn't mean you go get your sister to do it!
Brick: I really thought you'd be fine with this. I mean, didn't I prove my trustworthiness when I stole back our car from the Glossners?
Mike: I'm sorry, but there are steps to getting your driver's license. We gotta put you on our insurance, make sure the car is tuned up, alert the neighbors...
Frankie: What did you think you were gonna do, Brick, secretly drive around for the next 75 years without us noticing? Sorry, pal. You're grounded. Two weeks.
Mike: That means no library, no seeing Cindy after school, no... I don't know what else you do.

Brick: Oh, well. At least it gets me out of prom this weekend.
Frankie: Wait, what? Prom? I thought that was just for juniors and seniors.
Brick: No, 'cause of budget cuts, there's only one dance a year now, so everybody gets to go.
Frankie: Well, you have to go to prom.
Brick: I don't care about prom.
Frankie: Well, you should. It's a major life event. You don't want to miss that. I mean, prom at the same time you actually have a girlfriend? What are the odds of that ever happening again?
Brick: But I'm punished.
Frankie: Well, now you're unpunished. He has to go to prom, Mike.
Brick: You're sending very conflicting messages.
Mike: What's not to get? You're grounded until Saturday and then you will go to prom, mister.