Principal Carson: Is there a problem out here?
Frankie: I'm sorry, but I can no longer keep silent. You can't do this. Every year, the kids can just perform. Now all of a sudden, there's secret drawings and fuzzy math and interrogations without a parent present. It's ridiculous.
Principal Carson: Look, I understand you're upset, and I know every parent cares about their kid.
Frankie: Oh, that's where you're wrong! I don't! I forget to pack their lunches. I put stars on calendars and can't remember what they're for. I'm not a helicopter parent. I'm a couch! I'm a self-driving couch that just watches TV. So I think that when a parent who has a history of sucking as much as I do takes the time to show up, you better stand up and take notice! I am cramming 10 years of not caring into this one fight. My kid is gonna sing at that ceremony, or I will burn this place to the ground!

Sue: [Southern accent] If y'all would just step right this way, Aunt Granny would be durned pleased [British accent] to show you to your eatin' spot. [normal voice] How was that? I feel like sometimes my southern slips into British.
Axl: Didn't notice. I don't hear your voice. Spent my whole life training myself to block it out.
Sue: Okay, well, I got to lock this thing down before I leave for Dollywood on Sunday. Here, let me try one more.
Frankie: Do you have to go for the whole summer? Don't leave me with all these boys. I'm gonna miss you.
Sue: Mm. [British accent] I'll miss you, too, Mum. [normal voice] Seriously?

Mike: What's with Charlie Brown over there?
Frankie: You're not gonna believe this. Brick's not allowed to sing at graduation anymore because the school suddenly decided too many kids signed up.
Mike: [scoffs] Everybody thinks they're a star. When I was a kid, you couldn't have paid anyone to sing.