Frankie: [v.o.] Halloween. A time to dress up and show another side of yourself, or in Sue's case, six sides.
Sue: [in a dice costume] So? What do you think?
Axl: Oh... my... God.
Frankie: Oh, wow, honey. That's great, and it's so... big.
Axl: Aren't you too old to still be dressing up for hall-lame-ween?
Sue: It's a costume party, Axl, so why don't you just shut up?
Axl: Why don't you just get lost like all the rest of the dice in this house? Hmm?
Brick: Have you given any thought on how you're gonna fit in the car?
Sue: Carly's dad is taking us to the party in his pickup truck. He said I can ride in the back. It's safe. He's gonna strap me down with a bungee cord.
Sue: [car horn honks] It's them! [falls over] Oh, no!
Axl: Oh! Come on, snake eyes!
Brick: Roll her again, roll her again.
Frankie: Hey, you two. Stop it. Pick up your sister and help load her into the truck.

Mike: Why do you do this to yourself?
Frankie: Oh, come on. Like you've never been guilted into anything.
Mike: Nope, 'cause I don't care what other people think about me.
Frankie: That's because you're dead inside.
Mike: And I don't care that you think that. See how that works?

Brick: No, no, no... No, no, no... Eh, no.
Frankie: All right, I get it. You're not feeling it. So what do you want to be?
Brick: I think I'd like to be a large leather-bound book with pages that really turn. On the pages, I want illustrations and writing. For font, I'm leaning toward Sanskrit.
Frankie: You see any book costumes here? They're not exactly a hot seller this year.
Brick: Can't you just make me one?
Frankie: Ah. Wrong family.