Axl: Look, I just need your help, all right? Because Dad won't believe me about the chips.
Brick: He shouldn't believe you. You're lying.
Axl: He doesn't know that!
Brick: I think he does.
Axl: Well... That's where you come in. I am going to pretend to call the Frugal Hoosier, and you're going to pretend to work there. Look, I'm changing your name in my phone to "Frugal Hoosier" instead of "Dork Nerdington."
Brick: I'm in your phone?
Axl: So, when I call you, put you on speaker phone, you pretend to work there and say, "We're out of chips."
Brick: Wouldn't it be easier to just talk to him directly?
Axl: No, trust me. I know what I'm doing here, okay? Using my brother to pretend to be the guy at Frugal Hoosier is the smart way to handle this.

Frankie: I'm the only one who hears it or sees it. I feel like I'm in an old movie where the husband is trying to make the wife think she's crazy, but I don't see Mike going to that trouble.

Sue: Oh, my God! Okay, my interview is in one minute, and I need a nice background, and there is not one wall in this house that doesn't have a crack or a hole or a boy booger on it.
Frankie: How about in front of the breezeway screen?
Sue: Um... Oh, my God. If you take this one foot of our house out of context, it almost looks elegant.

Brick: What are you doing?
Frankie: Looking for spoons. I'm finally back up to three. If I can find two more, then we can all eat pudding at the same time.
Mike: What are you doing?
Frankie: Oh, my God. Nobody's ever been this interested in me before. I'm looking for spoons.
Brick: She wants us to eat pudding.
Mike: I don't want pudding.
Brick: Me neither, but it seems important to her.
Frankie: Nobody has to eat pudding. I am just using that as an example of something that a family with a normal amount of spoons could eat together.

Frankie: [sighs] All right, what is this?
Brick: Oh, that's an order form. I need to sell 25 boxes of peanut brittle to raise money for the sophomore class. It's due in two days, so you're going to need to hustle to sell those at work.
Frankie: [sighs] Brick, I can't sell peanut brittle at a dentist's office.
Brick: Not with that attitude.

Mike: I can't let you take the car, anyway. I got a lunch meeting.
Frankie: [sighs] Oh, no. I hate having to get a ride in with Dr. Goodwin. He thinks it's rude to honk, so anytime a car in front of us doesn't move, he yells, "Toot toot!"

Professor: Now, before we end, I have these applications for the Franklin Butterfield Hotels and Resorts Scholarship. It's very prestigious and very competitive. I don't want to discourage any of you from applying, but, well, I would discourage any of you from applying.
Sue: Hi, yeah, excuse me. Um, I'm interested in the scholarship.
Professor: Oh. You understand nobody from East Indy has ever made it to the finals.
Sue: Well, then, I guess we're due.
Professor: [sighs] I just don't want you to have unrealistic expectations.
Sue: If you can dream it, you can do it. That's actually from a poster on my wall at home. I also have one that says honesty is the best policy, which is why I felt compelled to tell you about the "dream it, do it" thing.

Frankie: Thanks again for the ride. It won't be for much longer. Axl's buying a car.
Dr. Goodwin: Oh, I enjoy the company. But can you do me a favor and ask Treeva to stop going through people's lunch in the fridge? With this whole #MeToo movement, I'm too nervous I'll say something wrong.
Frankie: Sorry, but I can't get up in anybody's grill today. I have to ask people to buy peanut brittle for Brick's class.
Dr. Goodwin: Ooh! I'll take some!
Frankie: You will? Thank you. How much do you want?
Dr. Goodwin: How much you got?
Frankie: Well, he's supposed to sell 25 boxes.
Dr. Goodwin: Sold!
Frankie: What? No, you don't have to buy all 25.
Dr. Goodwin: I want to. We're friends. I mean platonic friends. My eyes are on the road, and I don't notice that you smell like honeysuckle.

Sue: Oh, Axl. Okay, so, I'm applying for this scholarship, and it's really hard to get, and I really want it, and I need three words to describe myself.
Axl: Annoying, dorky, looks good in hats.
Sue: You think I look good in hats? [gasps] Aww.

Axl: You really got to talk to your husband.
Frankie: Ugh, why?
Axl: 'Cause he's on me all the time lately, just looming over me. You know, he thinks anything I do he can do better.
Frankie: [chuckles] Like the song?
Axl: What song?
Frankie: "Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better."
Axl: Never heard of it. Don't sing it! I just need you to talk to him.
Frankie: Why don't you talk to him?
Axl: 'Cause I can't talk to him. He'll be all like... [growls]
Frankie: I don't know what that means.
Axl: I think you do.
Frankie: I totally do. That's why I'm making you be the one who has to talk to him.