Frankie: [v.o.] As far as storming out goes, I picked a pretty good night to do it. I followed a kid with a hole in his candy sack. I was able to prevent some wayward teens from going down the wrong path. And to cap it all off, I popped by Nancy Donahue's Bible-themed haunted house.
Nancy: Oh, that apple does look good. But I just don't know.
Ron: All ye! Ignore the temptation. Come, walk on the water with me.
Nancy: [quietly] Frankie, there's caramel apples and Halloween-themed doughnuts in the backyard next to the pits of hellfire pit.
Frankie: Oh, great.

Frankie: [v.o.] Ah, Thanksgiving... the sweet aroma of a home-cooked meal... that wasn't ours.
Nancy: Knock, knock! Look who's here!
Mike: Hey!
Nancy: Can you believe it? He's back. Look at that face! Touch it. No! Touch his face with your face.
Frankie: Oh. Mm, satiny!
Nancy: You want to touch it, Mike?
Mike: I don't even touch Frankie's face.
Frankie: He doesn't. So, Sean, it's nice to see your chin again. To what do we owe this change?
Sean: Well, Mrs. Heck, I did great on my MCATs, and I'm waiting to hear back from med schools, and honestly, I just couldn't take the crying anymore.
Nancy: It worked! [chuckles]

Mike: So what's in the dish?
Nancy: Ooh! This is my sweet potato casserole. You have to make it a week before Thanksgiving 'cause the cinnamon's got to settle in just right. But our oven's on the fritz. That's what I get for ordering a part from overseas. Would you mind terribly if I used yours? Unless you're using it.
Frankie: I am, but... [removes the quilt] this can go anywhere.
Nancy: Oh, you're the best. Okay, we got to dash. I saw the Norwoods packing up their car, and I need them to feel Sean's face before they go.
Sean: Hey, when you see Axl, tell him I'm in town and I want to see him.
Frankie: How about if you see Axl, tell him I want to see him?

Nancy: And thank you, Lord, for giving us Sean's face back.
Ron: And for the Hecks, the best neighbors in the world, who let us use their oven to enjoy your beautiful bounty.
All: Amen.
Sean: Okay.
Nancy: Let's dig in!
Sean: Oh! This looks so good!
Nancy: Smells delicious!
Shelly: Mom?
Sean: It's gone.

Nancy: Frankie, hi. How exciting is all this, huh? You must be so proud.
Frankie: Uh, yeah, I am.
Nancy: I mean, it's just so special. Are you just tickled to the core?
Frankie: So tickled. [laughs]
Nancy: Well, congrats again, proud lady. [chuckles]

Nancy: Well, it's too late now, 'cause Orson's goin' "200" crazy! We're gonna incorporate the whole thing into the cow rededication ceremony... 200 balloons, 200 desserts, 200 coupons of goods and services from local vendors that will go into a gift basket to be awarded to the 200th visitor who crosses the city line that day!
Sue: Wait, 200 balloon?! That's like two bags' worth!
Ron: Yeah, it's a big deal.

Nancy: Okay. We're just minutes away from the big unveiling. We've sealed every family's time capsule in the base of the cow. But, first, let's check back in on our visitor count. You know him, you love him... I know I do. Ron Donahue! Ron!
Ron: 183! [cheers and applause]
Nancy: This is thrilling, isn't it, folks?

Frankie: Okay, okay, okay. We drew numbers. You're 5. Sean's about to pick. He's number one.
Nancy: Ooh! Uh, yeah, he is. Number-one son/almost-doctor. Whoo! Who should I see about a martini refill?

Sue: Hi.
Sean: Hi.
Nancy: Hi!
Brad: Mrs. Donahue, party emergency! We ran out of toothpicks with the frilly ends!
Nancy: Oh! What color do you need?

Nancy: We're here to kick some butt. And I made deviled eggs.
Ron: Fighting Glossners makes me hungry.