Frankie: I swear, this is so not me. I mean, for you to see me at school twice in one week? I'm usually here twice the whole year. If that. [laughs]
Mrs. Rinsky: I got the gals waiting for me at Beefsteak Charlie's, so why don't we just cut to the chase?
Frankie: If you could please just forget everything I said at our last meeting...
Mrs. Rinsky: Done.
Frankie: ...and go back to treating him the way you would've treated him had I not come in. And move his desk back, I know that would make Brick so happy.
Mrs. Rinsky: So now the kid's calling the shots?
Frankie: No. I'm completely calling the shots. And you, well, you're the main shot-caller.
Mrs. Rinsky: Let me tell you something. You take the M off of "mom"... and you replace it with G-L, you know what you got? I'll tell you what you got. "Glom." Want me to conjugate it for you? To glom. She gloms. She's a glommy mommy.
Frankie: I am not a glommy mommy. It's just that Brick has never not wanted to go to school before, and I will not let you step one foot out of this room until you promise to pay no attention to anything I've said.
Mrs. Rinsky: Fine. But I don't wanna see you anymore. You don't volunteer for the field trip. You don't show up for the science fair. The annual Mother's Day pancake breakfast? Maybe you're not so hungry that day. Got it?
Frankie: [v.o.] Damn. I really liked that pancake breakfast.