Brick: Oh, Mom, I thought of another one. Whenever I tell you a story about me, you always spin it into a story about you.
Axl: Kkkt!
Sue: Oh, wait. Is this all because I called you disorganized? [voice breaking] Oh, no. Because I think you're the best mom ever! I want to be just like you, except, you know, maybe I'd make sure there was food in the fridge for my kids' lunches. But that's all!
Frankie: [sobs] No, Sue, you were right. I just don't know what's wrong with me. I... Why can't I get it together? I didn't even get you a present! I forgot! Those salad hands weren't for you. They were for me. Janet gets you a sweater, and I just get you a big, fat nothing. Why are my expectations for Mother's Day so high? [Mike walks away] It's just a day! Who cares?! I do the same thing on New Year's Eve. "Oh, everybody put your hats on. We have to count down-" "Just shut up, Frankie!"
Sue: [sobs] Don't shut up.