Sue: Dad, stop. What are you doing?
Mike: Getting a beer. I'm pretty sure you've seen me do this before.
Sue: I know you're stressed, but you don't have to medicate with alcohol.
Mike: Look around. I think I do.
Sue: You can find other outlets, like herbal tea, yoga, petting a dog, or better yet, come watch Brad and me do our skit.

Sue: This is near the end, where we're dead teenagers who finally realize the error of their ways.
Mike: Got it.
Brad: Two, three, four...
Sue & Brad: [sing] LOL Plus c-a-r equals DOA All the things we could have done Now we don't do none 'Cause we made [rap] Bad, bad choices, b-b-b-b-bad, b-bad choices [sing] You can't text your friends from heaven Not Jill, not Steve, not Kevin 'Cause you're [rap] Dead, you're dead, you're d-d-d-d-dead You're dead, you're dead, you're dead You're d-d-d-d-dead
Mike: Very moving. Lots to like.
Sue: Uh-- w-- but you haven't seen the end.
Mike: Um, seen enough. You got through to me. I'm gonna go in the kitchen and dump this out while you two stay in here.

Sue: But none of our friends live near here.
Debbie: Hey, you know what? We have a teen club where a lot of the teens who live in the complex hang out.
Frankie: Did you hear that, Sue? Teen club. Wow.
Debbie: Along with a fitness center, use of the communal barbecue, and year-round maintenance so you'll never have to pick up a rake or a shovel again. It's all part of the Hickory Arms lifestyle.
Frankie: Ooh, a lifestyle. I've always wanted one of those.

Axl: We're not moving! I say we take a vote right now. Who votes no?
Sue: No!
Brick: Me!
Axl: Ha! That's three to two! You lose! That's democracy in action, Jackson!
Frankie: Well, guess what? You don't get a vote! You're the kids, and we're the adults. You're gonna move wherever the hell we tell you to move. Case closed! Wait in the car! [calmly to Debbie] So the parking, is it side-by-side or tandem?

Frankie: Well, we're down to ice cube trays and my inflatable foot bath.
Mike: See? And you said you'd never use that thing.
Frankie: Yeah. So what do you think? I mean, about the apartment.
Mike: Well, I don't know. I liked it more than I thought I would, and coming home to this makes it look even better.
Frankie: Yeah. I don't know. I mean, I know I was pushing it, but the kids were freaking out. And can we really do this to them?
Mike: Frankie, it's our call. The kids will adjust. Like you screamed this afternoon, they don't get a vote.
Frankie: So you really think we could do this? Hmm? Are we gonna do this?
Mike: I don't know. It's cheaper than what we pay now. Be nice to have some extra cash.
Frankie: Yeah, if we ever want to take a trip to Europe or... the grocery store.

Frankie: But this is our house. We've been here almost 20 years.
Mike: Yep, a hard 20.
Frankie: I don't know. I just wish we knew for sure what's the right thing to do.
[A patch of ceiling falls through and lands on Frankie and Mike's bed, followed by dripping water]
Mike: Yeah. Let's clean this up and wait for a sign.

Frankie: [v.o.] So while we were trying to figure out the right thing to do, Sue and Brad were ramming the right thing down their classmates' throats.
Brad & Sue: People around you who totally care Tthey'd be super bummed if you're not there So listen up, get the 4-1-1 Texting and driving Is like a loaded gun. [both shout] Live clean!
Boy: [o.s.] You suck!

Frankie: [v.o.] So the next day Mike went up to patch the roof. One last band-aid on the old girl before moving on to Hickory Farms. I mean, arms. They really should change that name. But then...
Bill: Hey, Mike. What are you doing up there? You getting satellite TV?
Mike: Nope. Just patching another leak.
Bill: You know, I got a bunch of shingles left over from when I did my roof. They're yours if you want 'em.
Mike: That's great.
[later, as Mike and Bill worn on the roof:]
Ron: Hey. You guys want to borrow my nail gun?
[later, a group of guys are on the roof as Frankie lays out beers and snacks for the neighbors]
Frankie: [v.o.] You see, what we'd forgotten is that we're part of neighborhood... And the more our neighbors showed up to help us, the more Hickory Arms became a distant memory.

Frankie: [v.o.] And the great thing about neighbors is, they'll tell you things. All kinds of things.
Nancy: Hoosier game? Sean didn't have tickets to a Hoosier game.
Frankie: How was the surprise party?
Darrin's Mom: It wasn't a surprise.
Senora Porter: I am so sorry for your loss.
Frankie: What loss?
Senora Porter: Well, Axl said that your Aunt Betty died.
Frankie: Betty? Who?
Senora Porter: Well, that's the reason why he couldn't take the Spanish test.
Frankie: Okay, wait. Schmula?
Frankie: [v.o.] That day, we got three-quarters of a new roof, grounded Axl indefinitely, and had a second block party. 'Cause it's not just about the house or the street. It's the people, and that's worth staying for.

Frankie: [v.o.] Nothing brings people together like a race: The Kentucky Derby, the Tour de France, and in Orson, Indiana, the Birchwood 500.
Frankie & Sue: Zoom, zoom! Hey, hey! Big Bad Mike's going all the way!
Nancy: Wow, Frankie. Mike's looking awful good out there.
Frankie: I know! 'Course, if Jack Meenahan was here, he wouldn't stand a chance. Where are they, by the way? They never miss a block party.
Nancy: Oh, you didn't hear? The Meenahans got foreclosed on and had to move out in the middle of the night.
Frankie: Are you serious? Sally told me they were just visiting family.
Nancy: They are now.
Paula: I heard the Johnsons are on the verge of "visiting family," too.
Nancy: Yeah.
Frankie: Oh, no.
Frankie: [v.o.] And then I looked around and realized a lot of our neighbors were gone. We had hot dogs but no buns, drinks but no cups, macaroni and cheese with no forks.