Frankie: [v.o.] And just when Sue thought things couldn't get any worse... [Sue sneezes] ...they did.
Sue: [coughs] [snorts] I think I got sick from working so hard on JP-La... and waking up with frozen hair didn't help. I just feel bad. I really want to see Dad win his award.
Mike: Maybe we shouldn't leave Sue here. Maybe we should just all stay home.
Brick: Whoa, whoa, whoa, this is my big night, too. I've looked like Ernie and/or Bert for the last 10 years. I finally look snazzy, and I am showing it off.
Frankie: You're going, and you're staying. Just drink lots of liquids. Text me if you need anything. Don't run the toaster if you're falling asleep. And if you're hungry, there's popsicles on the counter. [Sue sneezes] Good luck, Dad. I hope you win.
Mike: It's not a contest. I already won.
Sue: Well, sometimes you think you won, and then at the last minute, you didn't. Wait for them to call your name... twice.
Mike: Twice. Got it.