Frankie: [v.o.] So, Mike began his quest to connect with his child.
Brick: I'm going to school now.
Mike: Whatever.
Frankie: [v.o.] Not that one.

Mike: You're getting to be a good little sandwich maker there.
Sue: You want some?
Mike: Nope. Unless you want me to have it.
Sue: Okay. [chuckles]
Mike: Bye.

Axl: [to Frankie] Ye... I'm confused about this... you spend so much money on groceries, but we don't eat well, like, ever.
Frankie: Yeah, see, I keep buying food thinking I'm gonna cook, and then I get tired, and I just get takeout.
Axl: Oh. Takeout's a pretty big one for me, too. Maybe we could both cut back on that. I can start brown bagging my lunch.
Frankie: Yeah! And new rule... I don't buy any new food until everything in the freezer is gone.
Axl: Sounds like we got a plan.
Frankie: It does!

Mike: I just need you to give me the necklace so I can give it back to Rusty.
Sue: What? No. Okay, I'm sorry, Dad, but you always assume the worst with Uncle Rusty, and I am just not an assume-the-worst kind of person.
Mike: Did you even talk to him? You heard what he said about the Jet Skis, right?
Sue: I just think you have a certain proclivity for thinking your brother is a criminal. This was a nice moment between me and Uncle Rusty, and I'm not sure why you're trying to ruin it.
Mike: [stammers] Bye.
[After Mike pulls off the door handle, he makes his way through the hole in Sue's wall to Axl and Brick's room]
Mike: [o.s.] Where the hell did this TV come from?!

Frankie: [v.o.] Rusty, for all his crazy ideas, sometimes has a good one. He wasn't wrong... when it comes to family, you don't have to say the words. You can just be.