Frankie: No, but shouldn't we wanna see 'em? I mean, isn't it our obligation to make memories for them, you know, while there's still time? I mean, think about it. Sue's starting high school. Axl's gonna be a junior. A few more years, the kids will be gone.
Mike: Don't jinx it.
Frankie: No, I'm serious, Mike. Before long, we're gonna be living in an empty house.
Mike: Keep talking like that, I just might put this sandwich down and pick you up.
Frankie: Okay, fine. Joke all you want, but name three times that you've seen the kids since May. And not just in the house. I'll even count around town.
Frankie: [v.o.] The more Mike thought about it, the more he realized I was right.

Frankie: [v.o.] Thanks to his lifeguard job, the only evidence of Axl even existing in our house anymore was a pile of wet towels and dirty clothes.
Frankie: [sniffs] Chlorene. Red Bull. A hint of BO. I think he was here Wednesday.
Frankie: [v.o.] Nope, he was way too busy enjoying his newfound superpower.
Axl: [blows whistle] You! In the yellow 2-piece. Over here. Yeah, that's what I thought. Your shoulders are getting red. You're gonna have to stay in the shade next to me. Right here. Come.
[later:]
Axl: [blows whistle] Purple top, green bottom, bring it over. I saw you had a popsicle before you went in. You know the rule about eating and swimming. I'm gonna need your number so I can call you later to make sure that you're okay. There you go. And, uh, also send your friend over. She looks like she was about to run.

Frankie: Mike, the last time I went camping with you was literally the worst night of my life. The worst. Worst!
Mike: Come on. Our honeymoon was 19 years ago.
Frankie: Yeah, and you know exactly how horrible it was.
Mike: Wasn't that bad.
Frankie: It practically killed our marriage out of the gate. And I swore after that night, I would never go back in the woods with you again.
Mike: Hey, you want a vacation or not?
Frankie: [sighs] You know what? I think this was your plan all along.
Mike: Yeah, this was my master plan. Stay poor for 19 years so we can go camping again.

Axl: It's my last weekend as a lifeguard. After this, all the chicks cover up and get fat for the winter.

Brick: The librarian was gonna let me re-shelve Etruscan literature. They don't let civilians do that.

Sue: But I start high school on Monday. High school! And I'm not remotely ready. I haven't even finished decorating my binder. Please, please, don't make me go!

Sue: Axl, I need to know. In high school, what do people do in study hall and how do you work the combination lock and where do people eat lunch and can I still eat goldfish or is that considered a kid snack and should I try to find a snack that is more mature?
Axl: Shh! I'm sleeping.
Sue: I need to know this stuff, Axl. I'm starting high school, and I don't want to look like a dork!
Axl: Wait. What's this? It's a message from that ship. Darn it. It already sailed.
Sue: Mom! Did you hear that? Did you hear what he just said?
Frankie: I could say I did, but honestly, I wasn't listening.

Frankie: Okay, guys. This is the good stuff from before government regulations, so shut your eyes. Go on through.
Brick: Aah! It burns my throat! Oh!
Frankie: Did I not say to shut your head holes? All right, come on back through for the sunscreen.

Mike: Pretty great, huh? You get why- Oh, for the love of God, are you reading again? I thought we left the book back at the campsite. Brick, we're not here to read. We're here to spend time together and enjoy the lake.
Brick: Oh, you wanna know about the lake. It says the lake is 200 feet at its deepest point and fed by eight streams.
Mike: Really? What color is it?
Brick: Print's a little fuzzy. Maybe... Gray or... [Mike lifts up Brick's book] Oh. Actually, it's more blue.
Mike: Hmm.
Brick: And silvery. They should really take a better picture of that and put it in a book so people can enjoy it.
Mike: Brick, you just did enjoy it, and you know why? 'Cause you looked at it. You gotta look at the lake and the trees and the whole deal, or you're missing out.
Brick: Yeah. I think I'm just more of a book person.

Frankie: [v.o.] And Sue spent her summer with Carly, camped out at the mall.
Sue: Oh, my God. That cute boy at Hot Dog America is totally looking over here.
Carly: Really?
Sue: Wait. Don't look. Okay, now look. Wait, don't! Okay, now. [both scream] He saw us looking.
[later, the boy sits on the bench next to Sue and talks to Carly:]
Hot Dog Boy: Which do you like better, yellow mustard or brown mustard?
Carly: Which do you like better?
Hot Dog Boy: I asked you first.
Sue: I know what one I like.
Hot Dog Boy: Okay, on three. One, two...
Carly & Hot Dog Bog: Brown.
Sue: Yellow!
[later, the boy and Carly kiss while Sue eats a pastry]