Sue: Brad! Brad! The yearbooks are in!
Brad: I know, I know! Gimme, gimme, gimme.
Sue: Here! Three years of bad pictures, and it took me till senior year to finally make sure I got a good one. Ah! Yes! In her first decent picture in four years of high school, it's... Ana Hajarajanaan? Why is the name under my first good picture Ana Hajarajanaan?
Brad: Ugh.

Sue: Oh! Mrs. K! Ahh! Ooh, it's so great to see you! I have missed you! Okay, I have been meaning to visit, but I have been so busy with college and applying for internships and my no-cut a cappella.
Mrs. Kozicki: I'm sorry. Who are you?
Sue: Sue. Sue Heck.
Mrs. Kozicki: Axl and Brick's sister?
Sue: Yes, but also Sue Heck... your student.
Mrs. Kozicki: Does not ring a bell.
Sue: Pbht. What? But we were really close. Remember? I made you that pencil cup holder that said "Have a Healthful Day"? [chuckles] You were in my high-school collage of my favorite high-school memories.
Mrs. Kozicki: Oh. Look, I've had a lot of students over the years. I can't remember every one.
Sue: Well, you should. Because they remember you. You know, teachers are so important to students during their formative years.
Mrs. Kozicki: Yeah, I guess you didn't really distinguish yourself.
Sue: Didn't distinguish myself?! I pulled your dog out of your boiling car in the parking lot. I gave him mouth to mouth. I saved his life.
Mrs. Kozicki: Well, I thought that was Ana Hajarajanaan.
Sue: I cannot believe how hurtful you're being. You know, kids look up to teachers. You are supposed to help mold students' lives, but you're not doing anything. Well, if I had any interest in becoming a teacher, I would come in here and just take your job! You're a disgrace to that apple that's not on your desk! I am gonna go home right now and crack open that Lucite and take you out of my collage! Oh, and please don't fail my brother.

Mike: She just keeps going. Where does she get that from?
Frankie: From me. I never give up.
Mike: You give up all the time. You gave up this morning.
Frankie: You're right. As I was saying that sentence, I almost gave up and stopped talking.

Axl: Hey, Mom, look. I'm using my history book as a plate. No cleanup for you. You're welcome.
Frankie: We got some pretty interesting news at your conference today. Apparently you're smart.
Axl: I am?
Mike: Yeah. Like extremely smart.
Axl: Wait. You sound mad. Your tone isn't really matching the words you're saying.
Frankie: That aptitude test you took? Your counselor told us you scored in the 98th percentile.
Axl: Out of how many?
Frankie: A hundred.
Axl: A-ha! Told you I was smarter than you thought. Good thing you caught me. I was just about to study. That would have been a big waste of time. [chuckles]
Mike: No, you're gonna get grades that reflect your smarts. Crack a book, to you a plate, get in your room and study. We're gonna be expecting a lot from you.
Axl: Oh, my God. You find out I'm really smart and you're still on me? I can't please you people. Aah! Stupid big brain.

Brick: Hi, Mrs. Nethercott. Is there a problem?
Mrs. Nethercott: Is there a problem? You know, Brick, when you first came to this school, I was so excited to hear about a little boy who loved books as much as I do. It's what a librarian dreams of.
Brick: Thank you.
Mrs. Nethercott: Let me finish. For years I have watched as you've checked out book after book after book, and brought them back covered with syrup, and yogurt. [Brick sighs] That is if they even come back at all.
Brick: Look, we can play the blame game all day. The point is I love books.
Mrs. Nethercott: You say you love books. I don't think you do. I love the books in this room like they're my very own babies. You have 31 of them out. Thirty one of my babies. And I want them back, all of them. Or you're not going into third grade. That's right. No fractions for you. No cursive, no field trip to an Amish farm. You think you can make it out in the real world without cursive? You can't.
Brick: Look, you have to accept some responsibility here...
Mrs. Nethercott: Shh! You have until Walt Whitman's birthday. Good luck.