Axl: Ugh, got up too early. Must get sleep. Yay, chair.

Brick: Hey, this is that stain remover Mom was talking about earlier. We know she wants it.

Brick: "The Octomom is looking forward to a nice brunch at home."
Frankie: Ah.

Frankie: What's going on with you? Honey, what's the matter?
Sue: Never mind.
Frankie: Sue, something is obviously wrong. Now tell me.
Sue: It'll ruin your Mother's Day. Nothing you can say would do that.
Frankie: [v.o.] I already got a foot bath. Ship's pretty much sailed on that one.

Frankie: It'll be okay, honey. Clearly, you know what you did was wrong. We'll take it back to the store tomorrow and explain what happened, and you can apologize.
Frankie: [v.o.] And about this time on Father's Day...
[Mike drinks a beer on the couch]
Frankie: [v.o.] You know what? I'm not even gonna go there. It's just gonna make me mad.

Frankie: [v.o.] After stopping at a do-it-yourself car wash and hosing down the car and Sue, we finally made it to Grandma's house.

Frankie: [picks up People magazine] Oh, yeah, baby. That's what I'm talking about.
Frankie: [v.o.] So while a real mom with more experience than me was fixing Sue, I could finally catch a break. What is it about being at your mom's house that lets you completely relax?

Frankie: Hey, Mom, I'm thirsty. Can you bring me a pop or something? Thank you. Oh! Your hair looks nice.
Pat: Oh, yeah? Sue helped me finish it off. It's not too frosted?
Frankie: No, no, in a couple weeks, it'll be perfect. [yawns] How long was I asleep? I'm starving. Hey, you know what would be great? One of your grilled cheese sandwiches with the potato chips in the middle. I love the way you make them.
Pat: Uh, okay. Could you not lean on my People? You're making it all crinkly.
Frankie: Sorry. And, Mom, in triangles, okay?
Pat: I know, triangles.

Frankie: [v.o.] By the time we were done, there was no way I was making it for Neptune's Grill, so I told Mike and the boys to bring me back peach pie. And my Mother's Day dinner?
Frankie: I'll have a number seven with double-fried dark meat and monster fries, a number four with extreme cheese tots, and two diet root beers.
Frankie: [v.o.] And as for Mike's Father's Day dinner...
Frankie: Here it is, your favorite dinner. Steak and a mashed-potato Dad with bacon arms.

[Frankie sees that Brick has completed her frame and put small cut-out picture of face in the frame]
Frankie: Aw, Brick.
[When Frankie lifts the frame up, she realizes the face was out of her wedding photo with Mike]
Frankie: Oh, come on.