Frankie: I don't know if we're gonna be okay, Sue. I really don't. Frankly, I have no evidence that we will.
Axl: That's not what you're supposed to say.
Sue: Oh, I know. I know. I'm just supposed to pick you all up, and tell you everything's gonna be fine. But you know what, I don't know anymore! You wanna know the truth? Your dad's big on truth. Basically, our lives suck right now. I'm not gonna sugarcoat it. 2009 has been a rotten, rotten year. We can't afford a new dryer, we can't afford unexpired food. I can't even afford the LCD light-up angel that I ordered on the TV to surprise you all at Christmas. Surprise. If I don't sell a car, that means no job. That also means maybe no house. But the tornado will probably blow it all away anyway. Oh, my God, let's just pack it all in. Let's give you kids to Madonna or something. Your Dad and I will go live in a tent city somewhere. Because the truth is, we are screwed! [the kids and Mike are stunned] But it's fine. No, it... Everything's fine. We'll be fine. [sighs]
Mike: Frankie... We'll get through.
Frankie: [sobs] Yeah.
Frankie: [v.o.] Wow, who knew I was living with my own personal cheerleader? Mike was right. We would get through. Same as always.