Frankie: The whole thing seems fishy to me. I mean, 15 kids sign up, and, all of a sudden, they only have room for nine acts? And what nine? A random nine, or the nine with the parents who volunteer and actually show up? I'm telling you, it's fuzzy math.
Mike: Oh, well.
Frankie: It's not fair, Mike. It's not fair that they're pulling the rug out from under him at the last minute like this. We got to do something.
Mike: Do we? Do we really? We're so close to the end. Maybe we could just let this one go.
Frankie: No. We always do that when it comes to Brick. He always gets the short end of the stick. We float his birthday. We drive off and leave him at restaurants. Remember how we used to mark Sue and Axl's height on the wall? We did it like one or two times with Brick, and that was it. And who knows? Maybe that's why he didn't get any taller. 'Cause we stopped marking it. [sighs] We're awful, Mike. We're awful, awful parents.
Mike: We're not awful, awful. We're just regular awful.
Frankie: No. You saw him. He was really upset, and I don't blame him. You know what? I'm going down to the school. [Mike groans] You think I want to go down there? I'm the last person that wants to go down there. I'm not a "going down there" person. But this is important. This might be the last shot we have to do right by our kid while he's young enough to still need us, and we have to have his back.
Mike: Hang on. You're a little worked up, and we don't know exactly what happened here, so how about I go down there and try to straighten this thing out?
Frankie: Ooh, yes. Good thinking. It'll be scarier coming from a man. And don't forget to tell them Brick was really looking forward to performing, and remind them that I brought fruit salad to the school fair. Or was that Axl's class? Don't mention the fruit salad!