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.

Axl: [recording] This is my brother, and he's been very sick for a long time, with a horrible disease. Despite all the "Walks for Hope" and "Fun Runs," there is, as yet, no cure. [Brick coughs] This has been such a life-changing event for me, his brother, Axl Heck, Mrs. Johnson's sixth-period English.
Brick: It's the not knowing that's the hard part. Oh, and the dying. Actually, they're both hard.
Axl: I have to give my brother all these medicines every day.
[shot of a table containing over-the-counter products like Tums, Gas-X, Pepto Bismol, Midol, Bengay, Flintstones Gummies and Pez candy]
Brick: If I could give any advice, it'd be live, love, laugh.
Axl: Some would call it burden to care for a brother so sick with this horrible disease. I call it life-changing.
Brick: I just hope I can one day frolic in the sea. That's all. One day. In the sea.
Axl: So friggin' life-changing.

Brick: Hey, what are you guys doing for Valentine's Day? Maybe I could write my paper about that.
Frankie: That'd be one sad story... 'Cause we're not doing anything, right?
Mike: I didn't plan anything. I-I guess I could plan something. I will... if you want me to.
Frankie: I don't know. I guess, if you want to.
Mike: Do you want to go to dinner or something?
Frankie: Nah, lot of people, long wait... Movie?
Mike: We'll fall asleep. We could do that at home for free.
Frankie: How about we just stay home? We know we love each other. We don't need to shower and put on control top pantyhose to prove it.
Mike: And since it's Valentine's, I can bring home a bucket of chicken... Unless you want candy or flowers or something.
Frankie: Eh, waste of money. Just the chicken's good. We'll eat in our sweats and fall asleep in front of the TV.
Mike: Sounds like a date.
Frankie: Wait. You're gonna want to watch sports.
Mike: Separate rooms?
Frankie: Done. Bucket of chicken, sweats, TV, separate rooms. [they high-five] Yeah, ooh, we still got it.