Mike: Oh, hey, almost forgot. We got somethin' for you.
Frankie: You got me one of those old-timey photos that I've always wanted to take as a family, but nobody's ever had the patience to do it.
Brick: Yep. Now you'll always remember this Mother's Day.
Frankie: I sure will.

Mike: Come on, guys. Second Mother's Day can't start without us. Let's hit the road. Axl, quit messing with the phone and get in the car.
Axl: Shh. It's the 15th. I'm texting my number one prom draft pick, Maddie Heldman. Here it goes. "You, me, prom. Answer in 30 minutes, or I move on."

Sue: I'm glad we're doing a redo. Last week I forgot my money, so I couldn't buy anything at the gift shop. But this week I've got $17 in my change purse, and I plan on spending $13 of it.

Frankie: Hey, who needs rides anyway? Spending time with my family is all that matters.
Arlo: I have to go to the bathroom.
Frankie: Brick, you wanna take Arlo... [Brick shakes his head]
[cut to Frankie standing outside a bathroom stall:]
Arlo: [o.s.] Mrs. Heck, are you still here?
Frankie: Yes, Arlo, I'm still here. I've been here for 15 minutes.
Arlo: [o.s.] Can you put your foot under the door so I believe you?

Axl: This isn't happening! I'm supposed to get a text back from Maddie about prom, and I got no bars. I've been all over this place, from the candle shop, all the way to the other candle shop. No bars. [sighs]

Frankie: Okay, let's get this party started, huh? Arlo, you can let go now. So... What should we do first?
Mike: Well, last week we had a picnic lunch, and they give you these big blankets to spread out in the park.
Frankie: Oh, that sounds perfect. And I heard all about that pretzel-crusted fried chicken. And the cake baked in jell-o. I would eat your shoe if it was baked in jell-o.
Mike: You got it. Axl, put your phone away. Sue, decide already. It's your mom's special day. We're having a picnic.

Frankie: So, what else did you guys do last week?
Mike: Uh, well, we, um, played volleyball.
Frankie: Well, bring it on! Net face. Net face. [silence]
Mike: Axl, get over here. We're gonna play volleyball.
Axl: Oh, my God! I still can't get service 'cause I'm stuck in this backwoods, hillbilly tourist trap.
Frankie: It's not a tourist trap. It's a cultural center.

Sue: How cool is this hat? I mean, I love drinking beverages, but it's such a hassle holding the cups, and now I don't have to. [no response] I'll go back and get something else.
Mike: No. No one's going anywhere until we play volleyball.

Axl: Ugh. All this stupid redo stuff? You know, my last birthday kinda sucked. Do I get a redo? How about Sue? She's had a crappy 14 years. Does she get a redo?
Sue: Hey!

Brick: But the Clary family isn't even here. They're what made it fun.
Frankie: We don't need the Clarys to have fun. We got Hecks. Okay, you ready? I got a killer serve.
[Frankie hits the ball into a tree]
Mike: Who's up for an old-timey photo?