Frankie: It's weird, Bob. Weird. He's never been this quiet for this long without a game on.
Bob: You know, I'll be running deliveries in the truck with Mike tonight. I could suss him out for you.
Frankie: No. No sussing. I don't want you to make it worse.
Bob: Got it. My lips are sealed.

Bob: Don't worry, Frankie. I'll cover for you Sunday.
Frankie: Really? Oh, thank you! Wait. But didn't you say you and your mom were doing a whole spa day thing?
Bob: Yeah, that was the plan, but, uh... She's spending the day with her new boyfriend, and she hasn't exactly told him about me yet.
Frankie: How long have they been dating?
Bob: About a year.

Bob: Hey, Axl. Hear about Jack Webber? No more flip-flops for him, huh?
Axl: Yeah. Bob, don't you already have, like, three jobs?
Bob: Well, raising carrier pigeons is an expensive hobby. So how's it lookin'? Think we got a shot?

Bob: Frankie, guess what? In the Orson Community Theater's upcoming production of The Wizard Of Oz, I have just been cast as... The Mayor of Munchkinland.
Frankie: [gasps] Wow!
Bob: I have lines and everything. Hey, uh, would your kids be interested in trying out? They're looking for Munchkins. We've only got three. Not very much of a land. [chuckles]
Frankie: Nah, it's not really Axl and Brick's thing, and Sue's already tried out for so much stuff this year, if she didn't make something else, it could send her over the edge.
Bob: Oh, kids don't have to audition. Everybody gets in.
Frankie: Everybody?
Bob: Everybody.

Bob: And then my mom kicked me out of the house because I spilled juice on the couch, but it's all good. I'm staying at the "Y" and sharing a room with this giant dude named Patrick Standingbear, and he's not much of a talker, but just-
Axl: Yeah, Bob. My shift's over, so... [clicks tongue] I'm gonna go.
Bob: Ah. I'll see you at the Christmas Eve party, right, bro?
Axl: You're coming to the party?
Bob: Hell, yeahs.
Axl: It's "hells, yeah."
Bob: Hells, yeah, bro. See you then, bro. [fist bumps Axl]

Bob: Hey, bro. What are we laughing about?
Axl: Nothing, Bob. Just a teacher we have.
Emily: Yeah. [chuckles]
Axl: That's all.
Bob: So, uh, I don't know what, uh, my bro here told you about me, but, uh, it's all true. I'm a troublemaker. [chuckles] Look. I can put a whole candy cane in my mouth. [mouth full] Oh. [laughs] [coughs]

Bob: Hey! Where you going, bro? [chuckles] I turned around, and you were gone. I'm gonna have to put a bell on you. [laughs]
Axl: Hold on.
Bob: I'm not gonna put a bell on him...
Axl: [lowered voice] Dude... We're not bros, okay? I'm 17, and you're, like, 40. Stop acting like a loser and go talk to somebody your own age.
Bob: Okay. That's what I was gonna do. Yep, you just confirmed what I was gonna do, and now I'm gonna go do it.