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The Middle: The Block Party

105. The Block Party

Aired October 28, 2009

Mike encourages Brick to join a sports team after his teacher says Brick is struggling to make friends. Meanwhile, Frankie is the only one of the football players not to give his old jersey to his mom, and Sue tries out of the ball girl.

Quote from Brick

Mike: I wasn't sure I was going to get the whole thing back together, and then Brick here came in and just... Brick, tell them the first line on page 26.
Brick: To adjust levers, stop engine and disconnect the nut from the shifter yoke. [whispers] Shifter yoke.
Mike: [chuckles] How about that, huh?
Spencer: What's the last line on page 50?
Brick: Attach the cotter pin and brake spring to the locknut before installing it in the brake lever assembly.
Frankie: [v.o.] I couldn't believe it. Brick was actually having a conversation with the Harrison boy, and dare I say it, making a friend.
Spencer: What's on page...?
Brick: Okay, I'm done talking to you now. [walks away]
Frankie: [v.o.] Baby steps.

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Quote from Mike

Mrs. Tompkins: Brick's teachers referred him for Waterman-Ginsberg testing because they observed that, although very bright, your son struggles socially. In layman's terms, he has a hard time making friends.
Mike: We needed some $500 test to tell us? I could've told you that for free.
Frankie: Mike, let her finish.
Mrs. Tompkins: Thank you. The test revealed that Brick is slightly challenged in his ability to establish appropriate peer connections.
Frankie: I see.
Mike: He has a hard time making friends.
Mrs. Tompkins: Exactly. So there you have it. [Mike sighs]

Quote from Mike

Frankie: I think what my husband and I are wondering is why? Why does he have a hard time making friends?
Mrs. Tompkins: Oh. Who can say why anyone does anything?
Mike: You're supposed to for 500 bucks.
Frankie: Mike, let her finish.
Mrs. Tompkins: Oh, I'm done.
Mike: Let me tell you something. Brick is the happiest kid I know. Sure, he whispers to himself. Sure, he showers sitting down. [Mrs. Tompkins clicks her pen] Maybe he licked the car once or twice. Hey, don't write that down.

Quote from Brick

Frankie: I just feel like I've slacked off. I used to try and set up play dates for them, but I ran through every boy in the neighborhood.
[flashback:]
Boy #1: I like juice.
Frankie: You do? Hey, well, Brick likes juice too. [Brick stares up at the ceiling] Don't you, Brick? Look at that, two juice-loving boys.
[flashback:]
Boy #2: Your move.
[Brick is reading a book so Frankie rolls the dice for him]
Frankie: Ooh, Brick's catching up. [moves Brick's token] Going up the ladder. Good fun, huh, boys?
Brick: I like juice too.
[flashback:]
Frankie: Hope you like mint chocolate chip... [Frankie sighs as Brick is hiding under a blanket] Brick? What are you doing? You have a friend over.
Brick: I just want a little privacy. That kid is weird. [whispers] Weird.

Quote from Brick

Mike: Okay, get out there, play some ball and make some friends. Hustle.
Brick: Dad, why are you yelling?
Mike: Because that's the way we talk in sports. Go get them!
Brick: [shouts] Okay, Dad!
[after the game starts, Brick immediately catches the ball. He just looks down and reads it.]
Mike: Go, go, go. All right. Good start. Spalding. It says "Spalding", Brick. Don't read the ball!
[later, Brick inspects the "Maximum Capacity" sign and starts counting the crowd:]
Brick: We're okay, Dad!

Quote from Brick

Frankie: So how'd it go?
Brick: Good. It was a little loud, but I got some reading done.
Mike: I don't get it, Brick. You said you like basketball.
Brick: I do like basketball. I like all words with three syllables. Pineapple, hypnotize, lacerate. This is fun. I'm gonna go put on my pajamas and make a list. Hey, pajamas.

Quote from Brick

Frankie: [v.o.] Turns out, Mike didn't understand the lawn mower any more than he understood Brick.
Brick: What are you doing?
Mike: I'm looking for the manual so I can put this damn thing back together again.
Brick: Can I help?
Mike: Uh... No. Not really, buddy. Why don't you just go back to bed?
Brick: Okay. But your brake pad is in the wrong place.
Mike: How do you know?
Brick: I read the manual. It goes on the jackshaft pulley. Pull the brake pad away from the jackshaft pulley to install the drive belt. See diagram B on page 32. It had a smushed bug on it.
Mike: How do you do that?
Brick: I remember everything I read. Do you need to fix the margarita maker? I read the manual for that too.
Mike: No. No, let's just work on this.

Quote from Mike

Mike: Look, if you want, I can help Brick make friends. But you know what I'm gonna say.
Frankie: Don't say it.
Mike: Sports. There, I said it. Hey, Brick, get in here.
Frankie: This is Brick. He's gonna suck.
Mike: Of course he's gonna suck, but it's still the best way for a boy to make friends. Hey, we're signing you up for a team. What sport you like?
Brick: I like basketball.
Mike: See? He likes basketball. That ought to be good for some friends.
Frankie: Or get him beat up.
Mike: By his friends.

Quote from Axl

Frankie: [v.o.] Here in the Midwest, fall is the best time of year. Corn mazes, football booster club, and in our neighborhood, the Birchwood Avenue Block Party. If you live between 321 and 452 Birchwood Avenue, you're more than welcome. But if you don't, well, you're out of luck. But the most exciting thing about the block party is the Birchwood 500. Three nail-biting laps around the block on your riding mower. The whole neighborhood looks forward to it. Especially the kids.
Axl: Lawn-mower races are lame.
Frankie: [v.o.] Well, most of them anyway.
Frankie: Axl's in that phase right now where everyone and everything is lame.
[flashbacks:]
Axl: Birthdays are lame. [blows out candle]
Axl: TV is lame. [turns off TV]
Axl: Food is lame. [drops burger]

Quote from Axl

Mike: Hey, last year when Jack Meenahan won, you said, "Don't worry, Dad, we'll get him next year." "We." For that reason alone, I bet him the loser this year has to mow the other guy's lawn for a year.
Axl: Yeah, well, that was lame. [scoffs]
Mike: Know what's lame? Thinking everything's lame is lame. That's what's lame.
Axl: Whatever.
Mike: What I just yelled was lame, wasn't it?
Frankie: Well, we're not allowed to yell what we really want to.

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