Mike: What's it say? What's it say?
Sue: Uh... I don't know. Is this for one year or four years? Oh, my God, how can I go to college if I can't even figure out the financial-aid letter?! [breathing heavily]
Frankie: I see room and board. I see tuition.
Mike: Yes. They're giving us everything we needed! We're poor!
Sue: Whoo!
Frankie: [laughs] Yeah! We did it! Oh!
Sue: Whoo!
Frankie: I told you we were poor enough. I never stopped believing.
Mike: You know, if we'd have worked a little bit harder, none of this would be possible.

Brick: You signed up to chaperone the field trip to the robotics exhibit in Indianapolis on Saturday.
Frankie: Mm, that doesn't sound like me.
Brick: Yeah. Remember back in September when I asked you?
[flashback:]
Brick: Do you want to do the back-to-school breakfast next week?
Frankie: Ew. No.
Brick: Halloween party?
Frankie: Negatory.
Brick: Thanksgiving feed the homeless?
Frankie: Too soon. Don't stop till you hit April. You want to do one of the later ones, so when the school runs out of money, they cancel it.

Mike: Wow. Our old room!
Rusty: He hasn't changed anything from when we were growing up. All this time I've been staying in the tire room, I could have been living here. My dirt! [laughs] Ah, you remember when Pet Rocks took off? Ah. I thought pet dirt would be right behind it. That's seven years of my life I'd like to get back.
[Mike moves a bag to reveal a poster of Farrah Fawcett]
Mike: There she is!
Rusty: Oh, man. That's when pointies meant something. Ha. Now you see them everywhere.