Frankie: [answers phone] What?
Nancy: Hi, Frankie. It's Nancy. I can't talk long 'cause we're at a pregame fiesta. So, listen, I called because I realized we left our brand-new car in the driveway. You mind going to the house and grabbing our key and putting it in our garage for us? It's just so brand-new, and I know those Glossner boys like to climb up on cars and press their butts against the windshield.
Frankie: No problem, Nancy.
Nancy: Thanks, Frankie. See you next week. Fiesta!

Nancy: [air horn blows] Rise and shine! Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey! Happy 100th. Here's your walkies. It's showtime!
Frankie: Wait, why do we need walkie-talkies?
Nancy: 'Cause you have to communicate. Frankie, you're his eyes and ears. He can't see a thing back there. Now climb into your cow, and let's do this. [air horn blows]

Frankie: What? No, no. Not Mike. He hates different. Besides, it was just the one shirt, and he's not even wearing it anymore.
Nancy: I am just glad that you and I are okay. Whew! That is a weight off.
Frankie: No, we're fine. Like I would ever have a party without you. You bring all the good food!
Nancy: [laughs] Frankie. Well, I got to run. Ron has an exhibition at the dojo. He's never gonna beat that 12-year-old. Her hands are like lightning from being in that wheelchair.

Sue: Oh, here, Sean. I got you a potato, too.
Sean: Thanks. There's no meat on here, right?
Nancy: It's just a phase.

Axl: Oh, my God. Can this family never just buy something from a concession stand?!
Sean: It's all good, man. We're all just trying our best to make our way through this life.
Nancy: Nobody wants to hear your liberal jibber-jabber.

Nancy: Oh, I feel like I have to pee, but it's just excitement!

Man: [o.s.] Hey, it's the diner! [audience applaud]
Nancy: Oh, I've had pancakes there!

Nancy: Sean, aren't you bringing anything? Your MCAT study guide, shampoo... a razor?
Sean: Mom, I'm not into possessions. You just become a slave to them. You don't own them, they own you.
Nancy: Okay, girls in one car, boys in the other!
Frankie: [v.o.] Let me tell you... breaking the cars up into girls and guys was a great idea. Girls can talk about girl stuff... [girls laugh] And guys can talk about guy stuff. [guys are silent]

Nancy: Sorry Ron's not here. He had an early tee time. He always says he could live on a golf course, and I say, "You might have to if you don't spend more time with your family."

Nancy: Frankie. Can you believe this whole graduation debacle?
Frankie: I know.
Nancy: So now none of the kids get to perform?
Frankie: Wait, what?
Nancy: Oh, didn't you see the e-mail Mrs. Lang sent out this morning? All the parents are talking about it. Some parent whose kid didn't get picked probably went down there and complained, and now the whole thing's off.
Frankie: I'm sure they were just trying to help facilitate.
Nancy: They did a drawing. It was fair. I told Ron I might go down there.
Frankie: Is that a good idea? Maybe it's better that nobody gets to do it. It wouldn't be fair that some kids get their moment in the sun while others don't.
Nancy: Well, I'm just sick about it. Now I have to tell Dotty she can't read the poem she's worked so hard on. It took her weeks to find a rhyme for "aspirations." I don't like to use language, Frankie, but this... stinks! It really stinks!