Brick: Sue, I saw your trophy. The Glossners have it!
Sue: What?
Brick: I was walking past their house, and I saw it in their garage. Luckily, they couldn't see me, because I'm wearing camouflage. [whispers] Camouflage.

Mike: For God's sake, Axl, do you think I don't want you to play in this game? You think I don't want you to break my record? It's killing me that my own son has a chance to get his plaque up there. Another Heck man on the wall. And now he won't. But I gave you every opportunity to get back in this game. And you wouldn't take it.
Axl: What opportunity? Now you're just making stuff up!
Mike: If you'd have just moved the plate 6 inches into the sink...
Axl: It wasn't my plate!
Mike: I was trying to give you an opening. Why do you think I was talking about cleaning the gutters?
Axl: Wait a minute. If I cleaned the gutters, you would have let me play tonight?
Mike: Yes!
Axl: Why didn't you tell me that?!
Mike: Because I wanted you to come up with it on your own.
Axl: If you want me come up with stuff on my own, you got to tell me!
Mike: All I needed was one gesture, one tiny expression of remorse or apology.
Axl: Well, I'm sorry I'm not a mind reader!
Mike: I heard "I'm sorry." Apology accepted. Go play!
Axl: But I wasn't apologizing...
Frankie: Go, you fool! Go!

Frankie: [v.o.] And then, just as the buzzer was about to go off, Mike decided to take one last shot, a shot that couldn't possibly miss.
Mike: Axl, wait. If someone would just help me out by, uh, clearing my plate, it, uh, might change my mind and make me want to do something nice in return. It's practically in there already. Just put it in the sink. Literally, just move it 6 inches into the sink.
Axl: Why would you think I'm in the mood to help you? I've been giving you signs all week that I'm upset with you, and you just don't get it. God! How obvious do I have to be?