Frankie: [v.o.] The next morning, Mike met Aunt Edie at the quarry.
Mike: It's really brutal this year, Edie. Most of the guys will get almost no bonus at all.
Frankie: [v.o.] Ever since she retired as a bookkeeper 14 years ago, Aunt Edie came to Mike's office every December to help close out the books.
Mike: Hoping we can massage the numbers to avoid triggering layoffs, but it's gonna be tight. What are you doing with that?
Aunt Edie: I gotta plug in Ginny.
Mike: You brought Ginny to the quarry?
[Aunt Ginny sits in her wheelchair outside the trailer with a blanket on her lap and cigarette in her hand]
Aunt Edie: Well, the wheelchair won't fit into the trailer, and I'm afraid to leave her home alone because I think Ginny is starting to lose it.
Mike: Oh, no kidding. Sorry to hear that.
Aunt Edie: And then there's something else. I think Ginny is starting to lose it.

Mike: You heard your mother. Everybody, sit down.
Frankie: What is the big deal? We've eaten at the table before.
Brick: I don't have a chair.
Frankie: [v.o.] Huh. I guess we hadn't really eaten at the table since we had Brick.
Frankie: Not a problem. We have more chairs outside.

Frankie: I don't know. I wonder if we've been lazy.
Mike: How the hell have we been lazy? In the last 15 years I think we sat down twice.
Frankie: Face it, we have cut corners as parents. We're tired, we've been busy. We slacked off on a lot of family stuff and that's why our kids aren't close.
Mike: All right. If you're this worried about it, I can help you. But you know what I'm gonna say.
Frankie: Oh, God.
Mike: Sports.