Frankie: Well, I have good news and bad news.
Mike: It's never good news-good news, is it?
Frankie: Never here. Sue has decided not to try out for anything this fall.
Mike: Hey. She's finally given up. That is good news.
Frankie: The bad news is, I got an e-mail from Ms. Tompkins, Brick's social skills teacher. I guess she wants to meet with us.
Mike: Again? When is that woman gonna realize she's underpaid, and check out? What is it this time?
Frankie: Could be anything. Although, you know what, when I think about it, lately, he hasn't been that bad. When's the last time he whispered? Three weeks, right? Wait. Maybe she's calling us in to tell us he's moving up to the yellow group.
Mike: Hey. Good news-good news. High five.

Dr. Fulton: Hey, guys, I've taken the opportunity over this past week to observe your Brick in the classroom, and I concur that he shows some reluctance in engaging with his peers. They'll try to talk to him, and he just sort of wanders away.
Mike: Ever talk to kids his age? Not that interesting.

Dr. Fulton: The basic idea is that he learns to bond with the pet, and then he learns to bond with people. It's all part of a multipronged approach.
Mike: Sounds expensive. How many prongs we talking here?

[When Frankie and Mike arrive home, Sue is wandering around the living room with a cardboard box on her head]
Mike: Quick. Close the door.
Sue: [removes box] The most amazing thing happened today. The mascot for the Thundering Hens got juvenile shingles, so now they're holding tryouts for a new mascot! [laughs] Well, it just goes to show you, sometimes when God shuts a door, he opens a window.
Mike: And sometimes God just wants you to do nothing for a while.
Sue: I have to practice everything with this box on my head until it all seems normal.
Axl: Yes! Thank you! Finally made Sue wear a box on her head. I've been pushing this for years!
Sue: Shut up, Axl!

Brick: [o.s.] Whoop.
Frankie: You don't think Brick needs a therapist, do you? I mean, sure, we didn't jump on the whispering thing right away, but I think we can get out in front of this one. It's only his second tic.
Mike: You're forgetting the ketchup packets.
Frankie: Ketchup packets were a phase, not a tic.

Sean: What do you mean, you don't know who you're dating?
Axl: I don't know, okay? They were both acting like they were dating me. It was weird.
Darrin: Who'd you ask out? That would at least eliminate one.
Axl: I thought I called Courtney, but maybe I called Debbie instead. I just don't know anymore!
Sean: Come on. We can figure this out. Which one seems to like you better?
Axl: I can't tell 'cause they're always together. I mean, I assume I'd go for the blonde, but Debbie's really been riding me lately, so maybe she's my girlfriend.
Darrin: Which one have you been making out with?
Sean: Oh... my... God. Three weeks, you haven't even kissed one? Maybe you're dating Darrin.
Darrin: He could do worse. I'm kind, and I always show up on time.
Axl: I haven't been making out yet 'cause I'm never alone with whoever it is I'm dating! Ugh! Man, I gotta figure this out. Homecoming's this weekend. I can't afford to take both of them.
Sean: Look, just ask the right questions, and the answer will reveal itself.
Axl: Huh. All right.

Frankie: Look, Brick, we got you a bunny.
Brick: Why?
Frankie: Oh, no reason.
Brick: Whoop.

Mike: I thought we were getting something smaller.
Frankie: [sighs] We were, but they were out of gerbils, and I didn't want to go back. Sue, get away from the bunny. It's Brick's bunny.
Sue: How come Brick gets a bunny?
Frankie: Because he's the youngest, and there are things you got that he didn't, and now we've even.
Brick: No, she can have it.
Sue: [gasps] Thank you so much, Brick. Oh! He is so cute! I just love him so, so much! [gasps] I'm gonna name him "Bugs."
Frankie: No, you're not naming it "Bugs." It's Brick's bunny. He's gonna name him.
Brick: "Bugs" is fine.

Mike: Everybody stay calm! I'll take care of this.
Frankie: Brick, why is the bunny loose? It was your responsibility!
Brick: I think you just answered your own question.

Mike: Damn it! Stay still, you little rodent!
Brick: Dad, a rabbit is technically a mammal.
Mike: Not now, Brick.