Brick: Is that about the Super Bowl?
Mike: Yep.
Brick: Can I see it?
Mike: Sure.
Brick: [reads newspaper] Wow. This is really fascinating.
Mike: It is?
Brick: Yeah. See this font? It's Copperplate Gothic. I'd love to meet the typographer who laid this out.
Mike: You'd rather meet the guy that picked the font than the superstar running back they're writing about?
Brick: Hello. Copperplate Gothic. That's in the sans serif family of typeface. [whispers] Sans serif.

Sue: Got our ribbons. Look! "8th place" and "participant"! Two ribbons for the bulletin board. [squeals]
Brad: Sue, there were only eight couples. How can you be happy about this? We lost.
Sue: I guess I'm used to it.
Brad: [sighs] I really wanted to win.
Sue: Brad, think about it. Do you really want to peak in eighth grade? There's nowhere to go but down. But 'cause we're building character now, we can peak when we're 30, when we have the money and clear skin to enjoy it. We are gonna be the most awesome adults.
Brad: I almost feel sorry for the winners.
Sue: We did it, Brad. We participated. We got ribbons. We got our names in the programs. They listed me as "Sue Hick," but I know it's me. And now we get to go to the pie house... In our costumes.

Frankie: Mr. Ehlert? What are you doing?
Mr. Ehlert: I got the night eats.
Frankie: No, no, no! You are not eating and ruining your procedure!
Mr. Ehlert: What's with the drama? We can just reschedule for Monday.
Frankie: Do you even care what my plans were for this weekend? I was supposed to watch the Super Bowl with my family, and my daughter's in a square dancing competition, and I can't go to it because of you!
Mr. Ehlert: Look, Frances... The truth is, I'm scared.
Frankie: You're not scared.
Mr. Ehlert: Okay, I'm not scared. Now give me my pork rinds!
Frankie: No! No! No, no, no! I've worked for you for two years, and you still make me get you coffee, clean your tie, look into your throat with a flashlight to see if your tonsils are inflamed. And then you say you're taking me to a management seminar, and I think, "Wow, he sees something in me." Well, you did see something in me... a sucker! And I take it and take it and never complain, because I need this job, but at some point, I need my self-respect more. I quit! [sighs] You'll need someone to drive you home in the morning, but when I get you home, I quit!