Mike: Did I tell you Hank at the quarry found his finger today?
Frankie: Oh, really? That's good.

Sue: Oh. I'm thinking maybe I won't try out for show choir... if you guys don't think I should.
Frankie: [v.o.] Of course she shouldn't. Show choir in Indiana has always been huge. Next to basketball, its combination of singing and Broadway-caliber choreography is the most cutthroat competition around. I didn't want to see her get hurt, but then I looked at her young and shiny face not beaten down yet by busted dryers and mean bosses with guns...
Frankie: Go for it.
Mike: Hmm?
Sue: You really- You really think so?
Frankie: [v.o.] No.
Sue: Dad?
Mike: This could be your year.
Sue: Okay! Cool.
Frankie: [v.o.] We are so screwed.

Brick: Mom, you're my hero.
Frankie: That's nice, honey, but we're trying to think up a good punishment for your brother.
Brick: You'll need a costume. [whispers] Costume.
Frankie: Huh?
Brick: I'm doing a book report on superwoman. You have to come dressed like her Monday so I can show and tell you as part of my project. You can also come as Jungle Girl, but I'd have to know today.
Frankie: Damn it, Brick, you've gotta tell me these things earlier.
Brick: I did! I've been telling you all week you're my hero. Didn't you listen? Whatever!

Frankie: What is happening? I used to think I was a pretty good mom, and now... God, I really... I don't know.
Mike: Hey, come on. You're a great mom. So Brick is weird, and Sue has no recognizable talent, and Axl's flushing his future down the toilet. All kids are screwed up.
Frankie: Yeah, not the Donahues across the street.
Mike: No. Those kids are awesome.
Frankie: I know.

Sue: I did it. I made show choir!
Frankie: You did?
Sue: Yeah!
Mike: You sure, honey? Is it actually written down somewhere?
Sue: Yes, yes! And they already rotated me in, so I gotta learn everything super quick for our first competition this Friday.
Frankie: Oh, my god! This is huge! Oh, honey, that's great!
Mike: I'm so proud of you.
Sue: Thanks, Dad. All right, well, I'd better get my homework done, because I am going to be so busy. [all cheer]
Frankie: [v.o.] Either Sue does have some talent or we have one crappy show choir.

Frankie: Do you see Sue?
Mike: No. Where the hell is she? [sees Sue] She's on the crew.
Axl: What? Oh, that's great! The only thing lamer than show choir is being on the crew for show choir.
Aunt Edie: Where's Sue?
Frankie: She's in the- the middlish row behind the pregnant girl. Why didn't she tell us she was only on the crew?
Mike: I don't know. She does look real happy, though. [chuckles] That's my daughter. That's my daughter right there. Go, Sue!
[Frankie and Mike grab Sue's attention and wave to her. Frankie pulls out a digital camera and takes a photo. Mike gets Axl and Brick to stand up and wave to Sue while Frankie takes another picture. Sue is the lone member of the crew left on stage as she waves to her family.]
Frankie: [whispers] Sue, the box.
Mike: [whispers] The box.
[As one of the singers steps forward, she realizes there isn't a box in front of her. As she tries to avoid falling, the singer behind her steps forward and knocks her over. As the singers tumble into each other and the scenery crashes down, a singer is left dangling from a lighting rig as Sue holds her box near the front of the stage.]

Frankie: [answers phone] Hi, Bob.
Bob: Frankie, yeah, it's me, Bob. Listen, that Gail woman, she came back to purchase a car. She's looking for you. But that dummy Pete, he's moving in for the kill. He's plying her with snow cones. I don't think she can hold out much longer. She's on her second grape.
Frankie: No, no! That is my customer! Listen, don't let her move. I'm gonna be right there, okay?

Mike: Somebody called for a ride? Rough day?
Frankie: [v.o.] That's the thing about family. Oh, sure, they eat your food and wreck your face, you've got to save them a thousand times a day from God knows what. And every now and then they save you.
[As Frankie goes to get in the car, Mike drives forward slightly. And again. And again.]
Mike: Not very fast for a superhero.
Frankie: Funny.