Frankie: [v.o.] With Brick's shows getting lamer and lamer, I didn't know how many more pretend grocery trips I could get away with, without at least coming back with some groceries. [phone rings]
Frankie: Can someone get that? Anyone? [answers phone] Hello?
Woman: [on phone] Hi. Mrs. Heck?
Frankie: Uh, look, if this is about the bake sale, I'm, um, making cookies even as we speak.
Woman: Actually, I'm calling about prom. This is Carolyn Wyman, Ashley's mom?
Frankie: Oh. Yeah? [Axl walks through the kitchen into the pantry]
Woman: She's so excited to be asked to prom, and I just thought we could coordinate in case Axl wants to match his tux or get her a corsage. She's already picked a very nice dress. [Frankie snaps her fingers at Axl] Uh-- Yeah-- Purple? Yeah, I'm sure Ashley will look very pretty in that color. [Axl tries to sneak out] I know, Axl is such a lovely boy. [Frankie throws a loaf of bread at Axl] Uh-huh. Yes. [Frankie grabs Axl by his t-shirt] That sounds perfect. Sure. Yeah. Uh-huh. [Axl's t-shirt rips] I have a camera. Yes... Yeah, can I call you back? Great, bye. [hangs up] Axl, get in here! [Frankie hits him with his t-shirt] Why is Ashley's mom calling me to coordinate prom?! You said you were gonna talk to her.
Frankie: Why is Ashley's mom calling me to coordinate prom?! You said you were gonna talk to her.
Axl: You know, it's your fault she doesn't know! You said I couldn't text, and doing it in person is hard. I'm very sensitive.
Frankie: Well, Mr. Sensitive, she already bought a purple dress, so you're taking her!