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.

Frankie: [v.o.] And that's how a little mnemonic device like "news" ballooned into...
Sue: "NEWSBENJIVERTS." My brother came up with "NEWS," but I came up with "BENJIVERTS."
Samantha: Now our third and final candidate, Sue Hickey.
Frankie: [v.o.] That's when Sue introduced the world to "NEWSBENJIVERTS." B for "blink less"...
Sue: Happy Thursday, fellow shuckers.
Frankie: [v.o.] E for "enunciate"...
Sue: The flooded auditorium-uh will be drain-uh-d in time for the spring muh-usical.
Frankie: [v.o.] N for "nodding"...
Sue: And kudos to the girls soccer team for defeating the other team from...
Frankie: [v.o.] And who could forget V for "very big gestures"?
Sue: I'm Sue Heck, and that's what the Heck's go... [knocks over glass of water and microphone] On.
Samantha: Cut to black! Cut to black!

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.