Dr. Goodwin: Uh, so, I guess I ask you questions, right? Okay. Well, tell me... who is Frankie Heck?
Frankie: Well, I'm warm and special and amazing and beautiful and lively.
Frankie: [v.o.] Oh, God. What was I thinking? I should never have listened to my mother's load of crap. Of course she said those things. She's my mother. I sound like an idiot.
Frankie: You know what? I don't know. I just don't know. You want one word to describe me? "Mom." There. That's it. I can get dressed in under 30 seconds. I can pull anything out of my bag without looking. You need a quarter? Got it. Protein bar? How about a pen? Blue or black? I can hold off creditors for months, I can listen to five conversations at the same time. Oh, and apparently, I'm a delight in a carpool. Okay. I suck. Good-bye. I'll let myself out.
Dr. Goodwin: Uh, uh, first of all, I love my mom. Moms are angels. Don't talk bad about moms. And I like that creditor thing. I used a lot of the government's money to go to school, and they kind of want it back.
Frankie: Oh. Really?
Dr. Goodwin: And how many kids did you say you have? 'Cause I see a lot of 'em here, and they're nasty.
Frankie: Oh, I have three wonderful children. They're really more like my best friends.
Dr. Goodwin: That's just like me and my mom. [sighs] This just feels right to me. And I don't want to talk to any more people. You're hired.
Frankie: Are you serious? Oh! Thank God! [hugs Dr. Goodwin] Oh. Ooh. Sorry. It's probably too soon to do that. Must have been that sip of wine I had before I came in.