I LOVE BRICK.

Brick: Yeah, I stabbed a man in the heart!
Ron: I saw that! Brick killed a man! Did you throw a trident?
Brick: Yeah, there were horses, and a man on fire, and I killed a guy with a trident!
Ron: Brick, I've been meaning to talk to you about that. You should find yourself a safehouse or a relative close by. Lay low for a while, because you're probably wanted for murder.