Sue: Here you are, chillin' on the lawn with your friends. Here's one of you on the football field... in a cheerleading uniform. You were a cheerleader?
Frankie: Was I? Oh, it was so long ago. Who remembers?
Sue: You were a cheerleader.
Frankie: Well... I guess I was, but only my senior year, just because they needed somebody small for the top of the pyramid.
Sue: [gasps] So you were coordinated. Why wouldn't you tell me you were a cheerleader?
Frankie: I don't know. I mean, who cares? Look at me now. It's not like it translated into anything.
Sue: Oh, my God. You were on prom court? [Mike walks in with drinks and immediately turns back] I can't believe you didn't tell me any of this. Why wouldn't you tell me? Is it because you think I'm not that?
Frankie: No, Sue. I just... I don't know. I didn't want you to feel like you had to live up to something I did. I wanted you to live your own life and not have this idea that you had to be like me. And honestly, I know at your age all this stuff may seem important, but it's not. It's like this dress. It was such a big deal when I got it, and now look. It's hanging in the back of Aunt Edie's closet, collecting dust.
Sue: You know what? I think I would like to move my 10:00 PM reflection time to now.
Frankie: Oh, okay.