Frankie: [v.o.] By Wednesday, the kids were fighting, the men were on their butts watching TV, and the women were in the kitchen. It was beginning to feel a lot like Thanksgiving.
Axl: [o.s.] I'm gonna tell dad.
Brick: [o.s.] Well, I'm gonna tell him you're an idiot.
Axl: He cleaned up all my stuff, and now I can't find my nunchuks from the state fair. They're the only thing in this house that I care about!
Brick: A librarian's coming. How do you not get this? I can't talk to him.
Rusty: No, no. Let me handle this. Boys, boys, come here. Let me give you a piece of advice from my own life, huh? If you're going to smoke, don't do it facedown in a pillow.