Axl: Well, the Ax-man is rockin' it on all cylinders. My boss loves me.
Frankie: I thought you said he hated you.
Axl: He did. But now apparently I'm charming, charismatic... which I already knew, but I've never been told by somebody in a suit before. And get this... he says I'm going places.
Mike: Like to your own place, where you pay for things?
Axl: Ha! You know where I don't pay for things? Fountains. That's right. Jack took me to Fountains, and I got to eat anything I wanted. He even let me order two cokes.
Frankie: You had lunch at Fountains? I chased a hard-boiled egg across the carpet.
Axl: Jack says I'm trustworthy. Says I got an authenticity the spineless toadies around him lack. That's right... Jack told me to call him Jack, so Jack he shall be called.

Frankie: Aww. See? I knew that once he got to know my sweet...
Axl: Hey, whoa, whoa! No, no, no, no. Why you got to turn everything into an excuse to hug me?
Frankie: Don't flatter yourself. Nobody wants to hug you anyway! [to Mike] I'll hug him tonight when he's asleep.

Brick: Okay. Remember, in this scene, Cindy, you're Abby... a beautiful, calculating temptress who will stop at nothing to get what she wants. And, Troy, you're Gary... a handsome, naive Texas transplant who used to be married to Valene, but then Abby stole you, and now she's trying to make you, Gary, feel better about cutting your best friend, Kenny, out of Ciji's recording deal.
Troy: Cool.
Brick: Uh, Cindy, I'm gonna need you to lose the hat.
Cindy: I can't lose the hat.
Brick: Well, you got to lose the hat. Abby doesn't wear a hat.
Cindy: I might be willing to tuck up the flaps, but that's it.
Brick: [sighs] Fine.

Mike: Hey, Axl, do you know what this goes to?
Axl: No, but I know what this goes to... my head! I am totally stressing out. I'm up all night thinking about toxic apples and profit margins and cupcakes with toes in them. I mean, why does my boss love me so much? Why am I so damn charming?!
Frankie: Aw, honey, don't worry. [hugs Axl] It's gonna be... Ooh! Have you gained weight? You got a little love handle.
Axl: Is it noticeable? Oh, God, my pants barely fit. I'm on the last hole in my belt. I am totally eating my feelings. This job is killing me.
Mike: You only work 10 hours a week.
Axl: Uh, excuse me... do you have a conference call with the board of directors at 10:00 this morning?
Mike: Do you?
Axl: No. But I'm in charge of connecting everybody. [to Sue] Oh! Don't look at me! I'm hideous!

Frankie: Hey, Sue! Oh, what a nice surprise, honey. What are you doing home?
Sue: Oh, well, I just... I didn't have class till the afternoon, so I thought I'd stop by and say hi, and that I love you so much. [chuckles] Hey, here's a thought. It's probably really inconvenient for you guys to put money into my account every month, so why don't you just put all of the money into my account for the rest of the year right now, and then it'll be off your plates? I know you guys are always complaining about those full plates, and this will make it less full, so super-convenient for you, right?
Mike: What's going on, Sue?
Sue: Lexie's really rich, and she keeps buying stuff for the room and asking me for half, and I keep saying "'kay!" But it's not 'kay. It's not 'kay at all!

Frankie: Your dad is right. You need to be up front with Lexie and tell her you're on a budget. If she really likes you, she'll understand.
Sue: Mm. Okay. Yeah, you're right. I'll tell her. But before I do, I'm just checking... gestating a child for another couple is kind of a big commitment, right?
Frankie: I would say with all of the extracurriculars you have, yeah.
Sue: Ugh. Yep. That's what I thought.

Frankie: Mike! Mike, I figured it out! Oh, my God!
Mike: What?
Frankie: The piece! I know what it goes to. It's the rubber-gaskety-thing that holds the dryer door shut. See? It goes right there. Ah! Now we don't have to use that stupid broomstick. Oh, my God. We always have so many random pieces. We never know what they go to. But this time, we did it. We made something in this house a little less broken. Who needs a present? It's a Valentine's day miracle!
Mike: I threw it out yesterday.
Frankie: What?! Oh! Okay, then I want flowers. And chocolate... The good kind, with the candy map that tells you what's inside so I don't get stuck with the cherry. But wait till tomorrow, when it's 50% off.

Brick: Well, I'm doomed. My entire production schedule has been completely thrown into chaos!
Frankie: Why? What happened?
Brick: I lost my actors. Cindy called, and she said she has a sore throat and her great-aunt died. Then Troy called and says he has the flu and his great-uncle died. I mean, what are the odds of both of them being sick and having dead relatives on the same day?
Frankie: Slim, Brick. Very slim.
Brick: What are you saying?
Frankie: Well, you have been kind of hard on your friends. "No bathroom breaks! You'll eat when you get it right!" It may not be fun for them anymore.
Mike: Or ever.
Brick: But I'm the director. It's my job to bring Knots Landing to life. I mean, a writer wrote this. All I want to do is be faithful to the material and make sure it's executed to the promise of the script.
Frankie: Look, I'm just saying, Troy and Cindy volunteered to help you. You might start being a little nicer to them. You can't afford to lose friends, Brick. You don't have a lot of options.

Mike: This is dumb. I'm out.
Brick: Great. What am I supposed to do now? Who can I get to step in at the last minute who loves to perform?
[cut to Frankie and Brad in front of the fire place:]
Frankie: Oh, Mack, there's so many considerations... The kids...
Brad: I know.
Frankie: This is a big step for them.
Brad: I know.
Frankie: And I'm having your baby. It's all happening so fast.
Brad: Not fast enough for me. Oh, Karen, let's raise this baby together. So, you'll marry me?
Frankie: Probably.
Brad: [sighs] I was hoping for a "yes." I can handle "no," but I can't make love to "probably."
Frankie: Well, you'll have to learn... until I'm ready.
Brick: This is magic. [whispers and lowers the camera] Magic!

[Brick's Knots Landing video:]
Troy: Karen, would you do me the honor of being my wife?
Frankie: There are so many considerations.
Mike: Yeah, yeah.
Cindy: The kids... It's just...
Frankie: We have to talk to them about it.
Brad: Absolutely. Well?
Cindy: Probably.
Mike: Uh-huh.
Frankie: I mean, it's just... It's really more complicated than it seems.
Brad: It's not complicated, it's simple. [Brick mouths along in class] You either love me or don't. If you love me, it's a "yes." If you don't, it's a "no." So, do you love me?
Frankie: Yes.
Brad: See? It's simple. So, we'll be married, right?
Cindy: Probably.