Mrs. Tompkins: So... I'm guessing you know why you're here.
Frankie: We think we have a pretty good idea.
Mrs. Tompkins: Right. It's about Brick's tic.
Mike: Yep. Three weeks.
Mrs. Tompkins: I know. That's why I'm so concerned.
Frankie: You're concerned he hasn't whispered in three weeks?
Mrs. Tompkins: Oh, no. I'm not talking about the whispering, I'm talking about the new tic. I'm sure you two have noticed.
[flashback to Frankie, Mike and Brick in the kitchen at breakfast:]
Brick: Whoop.
[flashback to Brick reading on the couch as Frankie and Mike inspect the smoke alarm in the kitchen:]
Brick: Whoop.
Frankie: I don't think we've ever changed the batteries.
[flashback to the family eating dinner at the dining room table:]
Brick: Whoop. [everyone checks their cellphone]

Dr. Fulton: And the whooping. Yeah, that... [laughs] That's a fresh one, even for me. Now he could be whooping for any number of reasons. I mean, it could be the sign of a serious mental illness... or something simple. We just don't know. But my gut is telling me that what we're dealing with here is an attachment disorder.
Frankie: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You're elevating his quirk to a disorder now?
Dr. Fulton: No worries, Mom and Dad. We've got a lot of weapons in our arsenal to try and treat this.
Frankie: Drugs? You wanna put him on drugs?
Dr. Fulton: Whoa! [laughs] Easy, Mom. We're not allowed to go there first anymore. No, I think we can start Brick with something as simple as a pet.
Frankie: A pet? Oh, no. He kills pets.
Dr. Fulton: Oh. [writes down]
Frankie: But not on purpose. Mostly accidental. It's neglect, really. And he feels bad. I mean, he doesn't cry. Not like a serial killer. I know they don't cry, either. They don't have any empathy for their victims. Like Brick, but he-
Dr. Fulton: Okay. That's noted.

Frankie: [v.o.] So after agreeing we were smarter than a therapist, Mike and I went about fixing Brick's tic in the way only loving parents can do.
Brick: Whoop.
Frankie: Knock it off.
[later, as Brick and Mike sit at the table:]
Brick: Whoop. [Mike honks horn] Whoop. [Mike honks horn] Whoop. [Mike honks horn]
[later, Frankie is cleaning and Brick grabs a drink from the fridge:]
Brick: Whoop.
Frankie: Stop it! [sprays Brick with water] Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it!

Frankie: The stupid thing has gotta bond with Brick.
Mike: Brick barely bonded with me. He's not bonding with psycho bunny.
Frankie: Dr. Fulton says if he can learn to relate to the bunny, he can learn to relate to people.
Mike: Why are we making him do this? What's so great about people?
Frankie: Because Brick needs to learn how to attach.
Mike: Why? All he wants to do is read.
Frankie: That's not true. Brick wants to feel a part of things.
Mike: Brick wants to whoop, read a book, and be left alone.

Frankie: I think what we're trying to figure out is, why do you think you have trouble connecting with people?
Brick: Hmm. That's an interesting question. Well, I don't know. Could be 'cause you brought home the wrong baby and I was nursed by a strange woman. I mean, that might leave a scar.
Mike: Well, Brick, you were a baby. There's no way you could remember that.
Brick: Yeah. Yeah. Uh-huh. That's true. Well, maybe it's 'cause you guys don't really spend any time with me.
Frankie: We're... busy.
Brick: And yet not too busy to watch Dance Moms.
Frankie: Well, Brick, we're spending time with you now, and you're still whooping, so...
Brick: I don't know. There's just so many things. We never really have any nutritious meals. That could be it. We don't have set bedtimes. Kids need structure. We beg for stuff, and you cave. That doesn't establish boundaries.

Mike: Look, the point is, you do enough weird stuff. You don't need another one. Knock off the whooping.
Brick: The whooping? That's what this is about? I thought it was about the other thing.
Mike: The whispering?
Brick: No. I have to say the pledge of allegiance 20 times before I go to bed. [whispers] Pledge of allegiance.
Frankie: Awesome.

Axl: [over PA] Attention all students will Axl Heck's girlfriend please report to the main office. ASAP... or sooner.
Ashley: I got your message, Axl. A crow outside my window said you would contact me today. Are we going to homecoming?
Axl: No!
Ashley: Okay. See you at prom.

Frankie: [v.o.] This was it. The final play. You could hear a pin drop. Until...
Brick: Whoop.
Man: Hey, you guys wanna shut your kid up? He's been doing that the whole game. It's annoying.
Brick: [mouths] I'm sorry.
Frankie: Whoop! What? That's how we cheer. It's just a family thing. It's not weird. Whoop!
Mike: Whoop! Whoop!
Brick: Whoop!

Frankie: [v.o.] Out here in the middle, cheerleaders and football players have been dating since the dawn of time. They go together like Jell-o and fruit cocktail, cheese and crackers, mayo and... Well, everything.
Sue: Oh, hi. What are you guys doing here?
Debbie: And you are...
Sue: Sue. Axl's sister.
Courtney: I don't think so.
Debbie: No, no. I'm pretty sure he doesn't have a sister. He doesn't have a sister, right, Court?
Courtney: No, he has a brother, though. He's cute. You should meet him...
Sue: I have met him, because he's my brother, as is Axl.

Axl: Oh, my god. It's my senior year, and I just started dating a hot blonde cheerleader, and now Sue's out there saying she knows me.
Frankie: So? What do you want me to do about it?
Axl: Oh, I don't know. How about a little parenting? Like locking her in the basement, or sending her to some bible camp to pray the dork away!
Frankie: Look, it's enough that I said I'd stay in here while your friends are over. I'm not gonna make Sue do it, too. One of us is gonna be out there. Pick one. Me or Sue?
Axl: Forget it. We're going to a movie.