Sue: You know, I went on kickinitteenstyle.com and took the "Rate Your Assignment Partner" quiz, and you are a "severe collaboration limitation."
Axl: With no due respect, I disagree.
Sue: I thought you might say something like that, so I also ranked you on the sibling scale, and guess what? You're a "bummer brother." So... yeah.
Axl: Whatever. This whole thing is lame. Except kitchen floor hoops, which I just invented, and is totally awesome.
Sue: I know you fancy yourself some kind of rebel, Axl, but sometimes in life, you just have to follow the rules. I put on sunscreen an hour before going outside. I wait till the bus comes to a complete stop before standing. You don't think I would love to fill up on bread? I would. But that's not how the world works. The rule of this project is that you and I take the allotted two weeks and do it together. And that's just what we're gonna do, mister. 'Cause a "D" might fly in Ax Land, but it doesn't work in Sue City. And not the one in Iowa. The one right here.

Frankie: Sue, are you okay?
Sue: No, not at all. All of a sudden, Matt's turned into the world's worst kisser.
Frankie: What do you mean?
Sue: Out of nowhere, he puts his... his tongue... into... my mouth. Oh, my God. What is that? Who does that?
Frankie: Well...
Sue: I can't help but feel bad for him. It's like he totally forgot how to kiss. I mean, what place does a tongue have in kissing? What should I do? I mean, I don't want to embarrass him, but he has to be told. [gasps] Wait. I think I saw something on kickinitteenstyle.com on how to tell your boyfriend he's a bad kisser. I'm gonna go check it out.
Frankie: [v.o.] I really need to talk to Sue more.

Frankie: [v.o.] Halloween. A time to dress up and show another side of yourself, or in Sue's case, six sides.
Sue: [in a dice costume] So? What do you think?
Axl: Oh... my... God.
Frankie: Oh, wow, honey. That's great, and it's so... big.
Axl: Aren't you too old to still be dressing up for hall-lame-ween?
Sue: It's a costume party, Axl, so why don't you just shut up?
Axl: Why don't you just get lost like all the rest of the dice in this house? Hmm?
Brick: Have you given any thought on how you're gonna fit in the car?
Sue: Carly's dad is taking us to the party in his pickup truck. He said I can ride in the back. It's safe. He's gonna strap me down with a bungee cord.
Sue: [car horn honks] It's them! [falls over] Oh, no!
Axl: Oh! Come on, snake eyes!
Brick: Roll her again, roll her again.
Frankie: Hey, you two. Stop it. Pick up your sister and help load her into the truck.

Mike: Why do you do this to yourself?
Frankie: Oh, come on. Like you've never been guilted into anything.
Mike: Nope, 'cause I don't care what other people think about me.
Frankie: That's because you're dead inside.
Mike: And I don't care that you think that. See how that works?

Brick: No, no, no... No, no, no... Eh, no.
Frankie: All right, I get it. You're not feeling it. So what do you want to be?
Brick: I think I'd like to be a large leather-bound book with pages that really turn. On the pages, I want illustrations and writing. For font, I'm leaning toward Sanskrit.
Frankie: You see any book costumes here? They're not exactly a hot seller this year.
Brick: Can't you just make me one?
Frankie: Ah. Wrong family.