Sue: Oh. What are you doing here, Derrick Glossner?
Derrick Glossner: Look. I know you think me kissing you four times was...
Sue: Five times.
Derrick Glossner: Yeah, well, don't worry about it, 'cause I'm not gonna kiss you again.
Sue: Good, 'cause it's gross and I do not think about it at night while I fall asleep.
Derrick Glossner: Look, I've been thinking about this. I'm used to just taking what I want when I want it.
Sue: Uh-huh.
Derrick Glossner: Thing is, I know I'm not worthy of you yet. I will be someday. I want to make something of myself like a roofer or a landscaper's assistant. And then I'm coming back for you, Sue Heck. And when I do, I'm gonna kiss you so hard, I'll knock your braces off.
[As Derrick Glossner walks away, he picks up a baseball bat and knocks down the Hecks' mail box]
Frankie: [v.o.] Luckily, like everything else in our house, we can easily imagine our mailbox broken. Turns out, we've been Buddhist for years.