Frankie Quote #203
Sue: [sobs]
Mike: Sue, knock it off. Go to sleep.
Sue: Okay. [cries]
Frankie: You happy now? Sue's crying and you're yelling at her.
Mike: I wasn't yelling. I don't want her to wake up Brick.
Frankie: Yeah, that's right, it's all about Brick. That's why he gets the bed and I'm sleeping on this disgusting, crunchy carpet.
Mike: No, we're sleeping on this disgusting, crunchy carpet because you had to give the other bed to Sue.
Frankie: We forgot her birthday.
Mike: Mike: I know, but this wasn't the way to make it up to her.
Mike: This weekend is supposed to be about the spelling bee. The spelling bee's a big deal.
Frankie: To who?
Mike: What's that supposed to mean?
Frankie: It's a big deal to you. You're the one that wants the trophy. You're the one that wants to win.
Mike: That's ridiculous.
Frankie: Don't you roll away from me. It's true. You've been out of control this whole weekend.
The Middle Quotes
‘The Bee’ Quotes
Quote from Axl
Axl: I had the lowest of expectations, and I'm still disappointed.
Quote from Mr. Ehlert
Frankie: [v.o.] Americans have had a long love affair with their cars. Road trips, tailgating, family vacations... But these days, not so much.
Mr. Ehlert: America is treating its cars like an old wife it's sick of sleeping with because maybe she's gained a little weight or stopped taking care of herself. No offense, Frances.
Frankie: None taken?
Mr. Ehlert: America's bored with their cars, and we need a little PR to fix that. Everybody give a big hand to our new customer-relations supervisor, Frances Heck.
Frankie: Oh. [applause]
Mr. Ehlert: From now on, Frances, you're responsible for writing birthday cards to all the cars we've sold over the last 10 years.
Frankie: I'm writing birthday cards to cars?
Mr. Ehlert: You have until next week to do 5,000. Congratulations on your promotion.
Quote from Axl
Sue: I'm gonna get postcards from every fun thing we do for my birthday weekend, and Mom's gonna help me make a scrapbook.
Axl: Awesome. I'm gonna take pictures of every lame thing we do on this lame weekend, and then Mom can look to them for clues as to why I ran away.