Frankie: [gasps] Oh! You look so handsome! Oh! How does it feel? Good? Do you like it?
Axl: Yeah, it feels good. I like it.
Frankie: Okay, but do you love it? Hmm? Got to love it. [breathes deeply]
Axl: Uh, Mom.
Frankie: Sorry. Sorry. Got carried away. It's just that you look so grown up, and you never let me touch you anymore.
Axl: [laughs] Okay. Um... I like the suit, but I was thinking something darker might bring out my eyes.
Frankie: He'd like to see it in something darker!

Frankie: [v.o.] I couldn't believe my little boy was graduating college. Wow. Seems like only yesterday I dreaded taking him shopping.
[flashback to Frankie running after a young Axl in the department store:]
Frankie: Axl, honey, you have to wear pants! You can't go without pants forever, you know!
[flashback to Frankie standing outside the dressing rooms:]
Frankie: That's it! I'm not buying you something I've never seen on you. I'm coming in. [crawls under a door] Oops! Sorry, sir! I didn't see anything.
[flashback to Frankie standing next to a rack of clothes in a women's clothes store:]
Frankie: Axl! Come out of there this minute! Ooh! This is cute!

Axl: You take debit cards? [Frankie gasps]
Mort: Yeah.
Frankie: Wait, wait. No, you can't do that. You don't have any money.
Axl: Actually, I do. You know, they gave us football meal stipends, and I didn't always eat... just kind of socked it away. Plus, I made a lot of money selling grilled cheese, so, I don't know, I've just been saving up. Feels like a good idea to have a safety net.
Frankie: Oh! I am gonna pay you back every cent. And I'm gonna pay for the hot dogs that we're gonna get next door. [beep] I just don't want this day to end.
Axl: Oh, good.

Sue: Dad! Dad! W-W-W-Wait! Dad! Stop! No, no, no, no! Wait! Look! I was just going in for a swim!
Brick: Me too!
Mike: Sorry, pallies. I gave you plenty of chances, I warned you over and over again, and now it's done... it's over.
Sue: Wait! No, no, no, no, no! No, look! Look! We're using the pool! Brick, swim under my leg!
Brick: Yeah! And let's wet our hair and play Beauty Parlor!
Sue: Oh, yeah, yeah! Wow!
Mike: That ship has sailed. Sorry.
Sue: Marco!
Brick: Polo!
Sue: Please don't erase our childhood! We love our chipped bowls!
Brick: And I love my room! I don't want it to be a room that Mom thinks she can do projects in and then just end up drying sweaters!

Mike: Are you guys serious about this? You gonna keep on using this pool?
Sue: Uh-huh!
Mike: 'Cause I don't want a repeat of the badminton net. That thing was up 10 years... never used, had to mow around it.
Sue: Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're gonna have to drag me out of it. My new home address is this pool!
Brick: Me too... although I might not be in here during peak sun hours, 'cause Cindy likes me pale.

Frankie: [v.o.] Axl wasn't the only one growing up. Sue and Brick were, too. It's hard to let go of your childhood, but there's a certain peace that comes from knowing someone else is gonna love your pool as much as you did. [Frankie closes the door so they can't hear the neighbor kids] I just wish they could love it a little bit quieter.
Brick: So... what exactly were you measuring my room for?
Frankie: Hey, you know the rules... no talking at dinner.