Sue: You know, I went on kickinitteenstyle.com and took the "Rate Your Assignment Partner" quiz, and you are a "severe collaboration limitation."
Axl: With no due respect, I disagree.
Sue: I thought you might say something like that, so I also ranked you on the sibling scale, and guess what? You're a "bummer brother." So... yeah.
Axl: Whatever. This whole thing is lame. Except kitchen floor hoops, which I just invented, and is totally awesome.
Sue: I know you fancy yourself some kind of rebel, Axl, but sometimes in life, you just have to follow the rules. I put on sunscreen an hour before going outside. I wait till the bus comes to a complete stop before standing. You don't think I would love to fill up on bread? I would. But that's not how the world works. The rule of this project is that you and I take the allotted two weeks and do it together. And that's just what we're gonna do, mister. 'Cause a "D" might fly in Ax Land, but it doesn't work in Sue City. And not the one in Iowa. The one right here.

Frankie: Sue, are you okay?
Sue: No, not at all. All of a sudden, Matt's turned into the world's worst kisser.
Frankie: What do you mean?
Sue: Out of nowhere, he puts his... his tongue... into... my mouth. Oh, my God. What is that? Who does that?
Frankie: Well...
Sue: I can't help but feel bad for him. It's like he totally forgot how to kiss. I mean, what place does a tongue have in kissing? What should I do? I mean, I don't want to embarrass him, but he has to be told. [gasps] Wait. I think I saw something on kickinitteenstyle.com on how to tell your boyfriend he's a bad kisser. I'm gonna go check it out.
Frankie: [v.o.] I really need to talk to Sue more.

Sue: Axl. What are you doing up here?
Axl: Sometimes I come up here to think... And occasionally throw things.
Sue: Wait a second. Do you ever throw...
Axl: Acorns at your head? Yes. All the time. [groans] What am I doing with my life? It was so much easier when I wanted to be a fireman or a superhero. God! I wish I was still 17.

Brick: Mom, Dad, I've decided I'd like to be popular.
Frankie: Okay.
Mike: Not sure that's really couch-worthy.
Brick: I've noticed lately that all of the other boys seem to get picked up together. I don't know where they're going, but they laugh and slap each other on the back and treat each other with a lot of camaraderie and bonhomie.
Mike: Well... Bonhomie does not grow on trees.
Brick: It looks very enjoyable. And I'm thinking I might want to participate in that kind of thing. I know I'm not very good at the social stuff, so I would appreciate any tips you could offer.
Frankie: Okay. I know you love your books, but maybe you should put them down once in a while and talk to people... You know, like at lunch or parties or at that class we send you to to teach you how to... talk to people.
Brick: The thing is, I've always enjoyed reading by myself at lunch, but lately, when I do it, it feels... Lonely.
Frankie: Aw, Brick. I'm sorry. But here's the thing... it's never too late. You know, maybe if you tried just a little small talk with... [Brick walks off] Brick. [Mike unmutes the TV] Mike!
Mike: He left. I thought we were done.

Frankie: Axl, I said you couldn't wash your clothes here anymore.
Axl: But you didn't say I couldn't dry them. Uh, please sign here. You've just been Ax'd! Oh, by the way, good news... I picked my major. Sue, dork roll, please. [imitates drum roll, cymbal crash] Buddhist studies! Booyah! Or should I say "Buddha-yah."
Mike: Really? You're a Buddhist now?
Axl: No, I'm not a Buddhist. I'm studying them. It's Buddhist studies.
Frankie: What did you do? Look at an alphabetical list of majors and stop at "B"?
Axl: What? It's perfect for me. There's no class on Fridays, doesn't meet before 11:00, half the time, we meet under a tree... 'cause I guess Buddha was into that. And Buddhism is about rebirth, so I'll learn how my coolness will live on forever. In your face, death!