Mike: She just keeps going. Where does she get that from?
Frankie: From me. I never give up.
Mike: You give up all the time. You gave up this morning.
Frankie: You're right. As I was saying that sentence, I almost gave up and stopped talking.

Sue: Oh! Maybe I'm in some candids from the lunchroom.
Frankie: Yeah, right.
Sue: Oh. I think that might be my shoe.
Frankie: Well, at least you have your class photo.
[When Sue flicks to her page, a "Picture Unavailable" message occupies her square]
Sue: Wait a minute. I retook that picture three times. I had three photos available.
Frankie: How did this happen? This is just not right.
Sue: That's okay. I'm pretty sure that one in the candids is my shoe. I'll just get everyone to sign it by my shoe. Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's my shoe.

Axl: Hey, Mom, look. I'm using my history book as a plate. No cleanup for you. You're welcome.
Frankie: We got some pretty interesting news at your conference today. Apparently you're smart.
Axl: I am?
Mike: Yeah. Like extremely smart.
Axl: Wait. You sound mad. Your tone isn't really matching the words you're saying.
Frankie: That aptitude test you took? Your counselor told us you scored in the 98th percentile.
Axl: Out of how many?
Frankie: A hundred.
Axl: A-ha! Told you I was smarter than you thought. Good thing you caught me. I was just about to study. That would have been a big waste of time. [chuckles]
Mike: No, you're gonna get grades that reflect your smarts. Crack a book, to you a plate, get in your room and study. We're gonna be expecting a lot from you.
Axl: Oh, my God. You find out I'm really smart and you're still on me? I can't please you people. Aah! Stupid big brain.