Frankie: [v.o.] And it's not only the ones who you expect that screw up. Sometimes it's the good ones, too.
[Sue puts Frankie's earrings back in her jewelry box and sneaks out of her parents' bedroom]
Frankie: [v.o.] So the next night, we found ourselves in the same place with a different kid.
Brick: I just don't understand why I need to learn this skill. Outside of gym class, when will I ever need to dodge a ball?
Frankie: You just gotta get through it, Brick. Look, when I was in fourth grade, I got beaned on the side of the head, and to make it worse, I was wearing my mom's earrings. I probably had it coming since I borrowed 'em without asking.
Sue: Okay! I'm sorry I took your earrings. I know you know, so please stop torturing me.
Frankie: Of course I know. You have to do more than refluff the carpet to get one by me.
Mike: When are you gonna realize she's got eyes in the back of her head? [puts his hand behind Frankie's head] How many fingers?
Frankie: Three.