Frankie: And, by the way, shouldn't you be handling the boy hygiene? Why am I dealing with this?
Mike: You serious? Y-you want to take a crack at coaching the soccer team? You know how many e-mails I got today? 27. I haven't gotten 27 e-mails in my life. One dad actually sent me a spreadsheet of his daughter's playing time. Jordan went on for five pages about how I hurt her feelings when I asked her to pick up cones after practice. And Nikki wants to miss next week's game 'cause the season finale of Awkward is on whatever that is.
Frankie: Geez.
Mike: I'll tell you what else. I think I was right about Bill Norwood. I think he knew this was Team Crazytown, and he dumped them on me. I swear, the other day, I saw him in his van in the parking lot watching practice.
Frankie: Ugh. I'm sorry. Parents are lunatics.
Mike: They really are.
Frankie: So, is Sue getting any playing time? 'Cause I think it would be so good for her self-esteem.
Mike: [laughs] Put it in an e-mail.