Frankie: Brick, back me up on this.
Brick: I once saw a cartoon where a wolf saw a sexy rabbit in a nightclub, and his tongue came out like steps. That's how she made me feel... April, not the rabbit. A little bit the rabbit.

Frankie: Ooh! White jeans! You don't have those.
Brick: I'm sorry, Mom. No more cousin stuff. I'm putting my foot down, and not in those Crocs.
Frankie: All right. I'm just gonna try these snowpants on you while you talk.
Brick: No! It's high school... a fresh start. First impressions are key. Most people decide what they think about you within the first seven seconds of meeting you. It's in this fascinating book I've been reading. I found it by happenstance because it was erroneously mis-shelved.
Mike: Don't tell that story in the first seven seconds.

Frankie: Because we won't have many more with just the core four...
Brick: Five.
Frankie: Five. I knew that. The rhyme threw me off.
Frankie: Look, we have a window, a small...
April: Where's your bathroom, again?
Frankie: Could you just hold it for a second, April?! We're at a crossroads. Axl's a senior, Brick is in high school...
Axl: I should really show April where the bathroom...
Frankie: No, you are not showing her where the bathroom is! Look, what I'm trying to tell you is that I love you! I love you, and we have to appreciate these moments together because we will never have this again, never! Do you get that?! The storm windows are shutting! I'm gonna ditch the whole idea of the storm windows. The point is, I love you! Now, clink your mayonnaise and your olives together like you mean it! [bottles clink]