Brick: You have a meeting with my teacher Monday.
Frankie: What?
Brick: It's imperative that you both be there, she says. [whispers] Imperative!
Mike: Who's he whispering to? Why does he do that? I thought I told you to knock that off.
Brick: I like it. It soothes me.

Frankie: Hello? Hello? Can you hear me? Oh, damn it. Come on! Can you hear me?
Frankie: [v.o.] Some people call this the middle of nowhere... You know, one of those places you fly over on your way from somewhere to somewhere else, but you wouldn't live here.
Airline Steward: Folks, right now we're flying over the great state of Indiana, if you'd like to take a look. [nobody looks]
Frankie: [v.o.] Well, look down next time, and you'll see us down here in the middle... Orson, Indiana, heart of the heartland, proud home of Little Betty Snack Cakes, the demolition derby for the homeless and the world's largest polyurethane cow. So how'd I end up in the middle of the road in this getup?
Frankie: Here? No. Bars! I got bars.
Frankie: [v.o.] Guess it all started a couple of weeks ago, and no, I'm not an actual superhero, not unless you count getting my kids out the door for school every morning.

Mrs. Rettig: Well, that may be because you haven't spent much time here in the classroom.
Mike: Are we supposed to? I mean, isn't that the point of school. That between 8:00 and 3:00, he's your problem? If he, you know, eats his napkin at dinner, we don't call you and ask you to come over to our house. [chuckles]