Sue: Brad! Don't talk like that. You are one of the most amazing and talented people I know. And, yes, you may not be deep or dark, but the world already has enough darkness. So maybe you're not cut out for the really heavy roles, but nobody will ever play a better Snoopy than you. Nobody wants to see Sir Ian McKellen play Snoopy. You are Snoopy! And the world needs Snoopy more than ever. Brad, look at me.
Brad: I am looking at you.
Sue: It's not you that wasn't ready for New York. It's New York that wasn't ready for you.
Brad: You really think so?
Sue: Oh, I know so. And you want to know what else I know? East Indy has a pretty amazing theater department.
Brad: Oh, yeah?
Sue: Yeah. And ever since a friend of mine came to visit, temporary housing is super fun.

Mike: Well, got our statement from the insurance company. The premium's higher than ever, so apparently Life Mutual still thinks Axl is part of our family.
Frankie: Really? Did Life Mutual say he filled out the forms okay? Did Life Mutual mention how he's doing or if he misses us?
Mike: I did not ask Life Mutual any of those questions. Hey. It's okay. You're a great mom. He's gonna come home. He has to. His nunchucks are here.
Frankie: You think? 'Cause the waiting sucks. I miss him. [eats misshapen fruit] Oh. It actually tastes worse than it looks.

Brick: [sings jingle] You're gonna love our pizza
Frankie: Yeah, well, beside the pizza, you still love me, right, Brick?
Brick: Well, I thought so, but Dr. Fulton said I'm being torn apart by our family situation.
Frankie: Awesome.
Brick: He told me if I want to relieve my stress, I'm supposed to have more fun. [sniffs blackened banana]
Mike: You're at the wrong house for that.
Frankie: Now, hold on. He might have a point.
Frankie: [v.o.] Sometimes life gives you lemons...
Mike: 1, 2, 3.
Frankie: [v.o.] ...and sometimes it gives you freaky-looking lemons. It's what you do with them that makes a difference.
[Frankie, Mike and Brick take turns swinging a bat at the misshapen fruit]
Frankie: [v.o.] And that day, we smashed the crap out of it. And we had fun.

Sue & Lexie: [in unison] So, where are you going for Christmas break?
Sue: You tell me first.
Lexie: Okay, we'll tell together. Ready? 1, 2, 3. Paris.
Sue: Nowhere.
Lexie: Oh!

Mike: Eh, don't worry about it. I think he's on that.
Frankie: Well, how's that gonna play out? "Hey, Axl, you want to go out drinking?" "Uh, no, I'm just gonna stay home and fill out these insurance forms."
Mike: He texted me.
Frankie: What? What do you mean he texted you?
Mike: Yeah, he was working on the forms the other day, and he asked if he was allergic to penicillin.
Frankie: [gasps] That cuts me like a knife. He really texted you a medical question instead of me? That is a shot across the bow. Okay. Wow. Message received.
Mike: On the plus side, at least he was filling out his own forms.

Frankie: Wait, you said he texted you the other day. Why am I just finding out now?
Mike: Frankie, it's not that big a deal.
Frankie: Then why wouldn't you tell me he texted you? Why would you keep it a secret? Why wouldn't you tell me he reached out to you and not me? Huh? Why?
Mike: Uh, 'cause of this?
Frankie: I'm sorry. I don't get why I'm the bad guy. I mean, none of us like April. We all said it.
Mike: Mm, right, but you said it to him.
Frankie: [sighs] Okay, yeah. I said it. But there's a whole list of things Axl said he doesn't like about me. I'm not kidding. He literally made me a list. I'm sorry, but this is not okay! I mean, he's the one that didn't show up at Thanksgiving. I should be mad at him, not him at me. Okay, that's it. You know what? I'm gonna write him an e-mail.
Mike: You really need to send an e-mail? You sure this isn't something frosting could solve?

Sue: So... here it is.
Brad: Wow. It's nice. Very bus-station chic.
Sue: I know it's crappy. It's just temporary housing. It's like a holding bin for students until they find their forever room.
Brad: Well, it's not the room, it's the people in the room.
Sue: Yeah, we don't really know anyone in the room. You never know when someone's gonna get "the call," so we try not to get too attached. It's kind of the rules of the Bin.

Frankie: Okay. I think I nailed it. "Dear Axl."
Mike: Better.
Frankie: "When emotions run high, things can sometimes get out of hand, so I just wanted to be clear and simple... I am not the only one who hates your girlfriend. Your father hates her, Sue hates her, Brick hates her, we all hate her." [Mike shakes his head] But you do! This is so hard.

Sue: Shh!
Brad: That was so much fun. I had no idea Gumford had such great karaoke bars.
Sue: Brad, that wasn't a karaoke bar. You just started singing.
Brad: Hey, if you don't want it to be a karaoke bar, don't play Katy Perry.

Lexie: Oh, my God. What happened?
Brad: Oh, nothing. Sue and I just decided to give the room a little zhuzh.
Sue: Brad's right. We may only be here temporarily, but we are still here! And there is no reason why we shouldn't get to know each other. My name is Sue. And I know you must have a name. You are not just "Guy Who Farts in His sleep."
Scott: I'm Scott.
Sue: Everybody, "Guy Who Farts in His Sleep" is Scott.
Brad: Hey, Scott!
Sue: And you are not "Owns Too Many Turtlenecks." You are...
Marcy: Marcy.
Sue: And you are not "Scary Quiet Guy." You are... [he is silent] Okay, we'll come back to you.
Guy: Yeah! And stop calling us bin people!
Sue: "Indian Harry Styles" is right! We may be bin people, but we are people people first!
Guy: Give it up for "Retainer Drooler!" She speaks the truth! [all cheer]