Sue: You guys are obviously so mad at each other, and you're probably gonna get a divorce, and it'll be all my fault.
Mike: No, Sue, it's not your fault, 'cause-
Sue: Wait. It's not my fault. It's all our faults. We did it. We're the ones who broke the window.
Brick: That's not true. She's lying. [whispers] I'm lying.
Sue: No. I am not taking the fall for you guys anymore. We all broke the window, and we blamed the Glossners, and we lied. And we lied.
Frankie: [v.o.] So there it was the confession I'd been waiting for, but it wasn't quite as satisfying as I'd hoped.
Sue: I'm sorry, guys. I'm sorry for everything. This was supposed to be my Sweet 16, and it's not sweet at all. It's sour. This is a Sour 16.
Frankie: No, Sue, wait. Your dad and I aren't fighting. We just made it up so you could have your party.
Sue: So you're not getting a divorce?
Mike: Not today.
Sue: [exhales] Really? Then this truly is the sweetest Sweet 16 ever. Because first it was sweet, and then it was sour, and now it's sweet again, which, when you think about it, only makes it even sweeter.