Axl: Oh, my God, this conversation is so boring, yet just loud enough that I can't sleep through it.

Sue: I'll tell you one thing, I'm never having kids.
Frankie: What? Why would you say that?
Sue: Ugh, it just seems hard. I couldn't handle it the way you do. You're good at it.
Frankie: See, now, that's why you'll love having kids. Same reason I do. Because after a rough day, one of them will come in, give you a hug, and say something like that.
Sue: But aren't we the cause of the rough day?
Frankie: Well, you can't overthink it.

Frankie: I'm sorry if I drove an hour and a half to be with my mother on Mother's Day. I had no idea it would be an inconvenience. I just thought it would make you happy.
Pat: Frankie, I am never alone in this house. Your dad is always here, asking me about this, asking me about that. "Can I eat this?" "Where's my raincoat?" Now he's out with his possums, and I just wanted a minute to frost my damn hair, and drink my damn wine and listen to my damn music without getting anyone anything, or making anybody any grilled cheese sandwiches with potato chips in the middle.
Frankie: Oh, my God. I'll bet your sciatic nerve isn't really acting up. I'll bet you just made that up as an excuse to not see me.
Pat: Oh, come on, you know how sciatica is. It comes and goes.
Frankie: Oh, I don't know. You were boogying down pretty hard there, Lady Flash.
Pat: It comes and goes.