Mike: Hey, Brick, you were in the zone, too, pal. I mean, after you went to the bathroom, you came back.
Frankie: And you didn't talk about what you did.
Brick: I know, and I really wanted to because...
Frankie & Mike: We don't need to know.
Brick: Well, this is great, but Monday's the real test. Monday, Lilah goes wide. She's gonna see all the other sophomores and they're gonna see her. But before that happens, I have to stake my claim. First chance I get, I'm gonna try to hold her hand. I feel bad for her, because once I do, she'll never be popular. Oh, well. War is hell.

Brad: Whenever I think of that scene, I just think of Jodie Foster accepting her Oscar in that baby-pink pantsuit with satin gloves and fabulous pop of red from her AIDS ribbon. It soothes me. Don't worry, I'm gonna take care of you. I know just how to get you to relax. Now, lie back. [sings] Day by day Day by day Oh, dear Lord, three things I pray
Sue: [sings] Three things I pray
Both: [sing] To see Thee more clearly Love Thee more dearly Follow Thee more nearly Day by day Day by day Day by day Day by day Whoa!

Axl: That crack about Spudsy's... too far.
Hutch: Dude, you do work at a potato place. You made fun of it yourself.
Axl: Not in front of people. That was below the belt.
Hutch: Look, no biggie. I'll just go back out there and pump you back up about the Olympic-diver thing, and I'll say you're on the short list for Dancing with the Stars.
Axl: You know what? Don't.
Hutch: Why not?
Axl: [sighs] 'Cause it's B.S. Excuse me. Everyone, I have something to say. Um... this is gonna be hard to believe... [chuckles] but although I do clearly have the sinewy grace of an Olympic diver [inhales deeply] I'm not. Been lying to you. The truth is, although I do have a college degree, I now work part-time at a potato store for minimum wage. You know, I still live at home with my parents. I share a room with my little brother. And I put my mom's underwear away, 'cause that's just the way it works in our house. You can't just do the wash. You got to put it away, too. And if you're gonna load the dishwasher, you got to do it right. Who knew that plastic bowls go on the top rack? Am I right? [all hands go up] Oh, my God. Everybody. Really? Wow, okay. Look... point is, that's who I really am. And I had to tell you, 'cause if I'm not honest with you, I can't be honest with myself.
Hutch: [sighs] I'm proud of you, man. That took a lot of guts. I'll tell Beyoncé about it... Might be a song in it.

Frankie: So, Lilah, how was your first day?
Lilah: Pretty good. I like my classes, and my teachers seem chill. Brick kept me busy, so I didn't really get a chance to talk to any other people. And he also said there's no clubs or activities at school. That seems weird.
Brick: Yeah. You need to be careful of any signs going up, 'cause they're frequently shills for cults.
Mike: Sounds like everything's going according to script.
Lilah: The only bad thing was, I got these anonymous notes in my locker... Uh, like, one in the morning, and then I got one after school... That were kinda threatening.
Frankie: What? You're kidding?
Lilah: Yeah, one of them said, "Keep your filthy ears to yourself." And then the other one said, uh, "Stay away from the little guy if you value your shins." [spoon clatters]
Brick: Okay, well, everything's pretty much where you think it is at school. You'll find it. [escorts Lilah out]

Frankie: [v.o.] After a 72-hour bout of insomnia, Sue wasn't sure if that was a real knock or a figment of a sleep-deprived mind. But just when she thought all was lost, her prayer was answered.
Sue: Dad? Wait, what are you doing here?
Mike: Well, you know, on the group text, you were telling your mom about how you haven't slept in three days.
Sue: Aww.
Mike: And by the way, take me off that group text... it's annoying. So, what's the problem?
Sue: Well, I don't know. I was looking forward to Lexie being away so that I could be on my own, but then being alone freaked me out. I mean, it's a little worrying. How am I ever gonna live by myself if I can't be alone?
Mike: Well, we're gonna be dead someday, so you got to figure it out.

Mike: Sue, it's not like this is something new. You've always been hard to settle down and get to bed.
Sue: Really?
Mike: Yeah. Well, you kinda idle high. It's... It's great that you get so excited about stuff, but it's hard to bring all that energy down. Even when you were a baby, your mom used to be at her wits' end trying to calm you down. She would try to swaddle you, but [clicks tongue] she'd never quite do it right. I guess I kinda had the magic touch. See, the trick is, make that first tuck nice and snug. There you go. That's key, because if that goes slack, the whole thing kinda falls apart. So, you bring that corner up and bring this side over. Uh-huh. [sighs] Then once I got you all bundled, I'd just carry you around the room like a football. [chuckles] Your whole body would fit right here. How's that?
Sue: Actually pretty nice.
Mike: Hmm. Well, then, after I got you all wrapped up, I would tell you a nice, long... boring story about my day. Like today, for instance... Somebody ordered an extra flat of granite, but I couldn't find the original order. So I had to look through the accordion file, and sure enough, someone had misfiled it with the January orders. So, I called Dave down at the pit, told him to come up. He didn't come right away, so I had to head down there and meet him. Met him halfway... We ran into each other. Had a nice laugh about that. Then I gave him a form Z207-B... That's for granite. Don't want to mix that up with Z206-C. That's for limestone. Still got it.

Axl: Hey.
Frankie: Oh, my God.
Axl: I know. Figured if I want to get a real job, I probably shouldn't look like some dude in a jam band. I appreciate you guys being so cool about it.
Mike: Uh, not that cool. I snuck into your room a couple times with hedge clippers. Your mom stopped me.
Axl: It was time. I want my own place. I want posters with frames and fine, pressed-wood things that I care about. Before, I was saying I was looking for a job, but honestly, I was kinda half-assin' it. But from now on, I'm on it full-time. Tomorrow, I'm getting up and hitting the job sites early... Maybe 11:00. Ha. I'm kidding. Kidding. 9:30... ish.

Axl: All right. Oh, we have got to toast this occasion with my new invention. It's called Bwine.
Hutch: Hmm.
Axl: Beer mixed with wine. This is my Bwhite Zinfandel.
Hutch: Hmm. Oh. [clears throat]
Axl: A coaster? Really?
Hutch: Wh-What? That table is genuine pressed wood. So, what else you doing to pay the bills, besides making moonshine?
Axl: Well, you know, still at Spudsy's. Really glad I got that business degree while I'm dolloping sour cream. [both laugh]

Frankie: [v.o.] The thing about being a reader is sometimes you miss the end-of-day pep rally, the free after-school doughnuts from the booster club, and the bus home.
Lilah: Um, hey, excuse me. Sorry, hi. I'm totally lost. Where's the principal's office?
Brick: Over there.
Lilah: Cool. Thanks.
Brick: Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait. Are you new here?
Lilah: Yeah. I-I mean, I will be. I start Monday.
Brick: So, you haven't met anybody else in the school?
Lilah: Nope, just you.
Brick: And you don't know if there's anybody better?
Lilah: W-What?
Brick: I'd be delighted to show you where the office is.

Axl: All right, I am off to Chicago to see Hutch for the weekend. No offense, but I need to get away from you people. I'm sorry I didn't fill out the release forms. I'll be back on lockdown on Monday.
Frankie: W... C-Call us when you get there.