Frankie Quote #865
Quote from Frankie in Bunny Therapy
Frankie: Well, I have good news and bad news.
Mike: It's never good news-good news, is it?
Frankie: Never here. Sue has decided not to try out for anything this fall.
Mike: Hey. She's finally given up. That is good news.
Frankie: The bad news is, I got an e-mail from Ms. Tompkins, Brick's social skills teacher. I guess she wants to meet with us.
Mike: Again? When is that woman gonna realize she's underpaid, and check out? What is it this time?
Frankie: Could be anything. Although, you know what, when I think about it, lately, he hasn't been that bad. When's the last time he whispered? Three weeks, right? Wait. Maybe she's calling us in to tell us he's moving up to the yellow group.
Mike: Hey. Good news-good news. High five.
The Middle Quotes
‘Bunny Therapy’ Quotes
Quote from Brick
Mrs. Tompkins: So... I'm guessing you know why you're here.
Frankie: We think we have a pretty good idea.
Mrs. Tompkins: Right. It's about Brick's tic.
Mike: Yep. Three weeks.
Mrs. Tompkins: I know. That's why I'm so concerned.
Frankie: You're concerned he hasn't whispered in three weeks?
Mrs. Tompkins: Oh, no. I'm not talking about the whispering, I'm talking about the new tic. I'm sure you two have noticed.
[flashback to Frankie, Mike and Brick in the kitchen at breakfast:]
Brick: Whoop.
[flashback to Brick reading on the couch as Frankie and Mike inspect the smoke alarm in the kitchen:]
Brick: Whoop.
Frankie: I don't think we've ever changed the batteries.
[flashback to the family eating dinner at the dining room table:]
Brick: Whoop. [everyone checks their cellphones]
Quote from Frankie
Dr. Fulton: And the whooping. Yeah, that... [laughs] That's a fresh one, even for me. Now he could be whooping for any number of reasons. I mean, it could be the sign of a serious mental illness... or something simple. We just don't know. But my gut is telling me that what we're dealing with here is an attachment disorder.
Frankie: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You're elevating his quirk to a disorder now?
Dr. Fulton: No worries, Mom and Dad. We've got a lot of weapons in our arsenal to try and treat this.
Frankie: Drugs? You wanna put him on drugs?
Dr. Fulton: Whoa! [laughs] Easy, Mom. We're not allowed to go there first anymore. No, I think we can start Brick with something as simple as a pet.
Frankie: A pet? Oh, no. He kills pets.
Dr. Fulton: Oh. [writes down]
Frankie: But not on purpose. Mostly accidental. It's neglect, really. And he feels bad. I mean, he doesn't cry. Not like a serial killer. I know they don't cry, either. They don't have any empathy for their victims. Like Brick, but he-
Dr. Fulton: Okay. That's noted.
Quote from Frankie
Frankie: [v.o.] So after agreeing we were smarter than a therapist, Mike and I went about fixing Brick's tic in the way only loving parents can do.
Brick: Whoop.
Frankie: Knock it off.
[later, as Brick and Mike sit at the table:]
Brick: Whoop. [Mike honks horn] Whoop. [Mike honks horn] Whoop. [Mike honks horn]
[later, Frankie is cleaning and Brick grabs a drink from the fridge:]
Brick: Whoop.
Frankie: Stop it! [sprays Brick with water] Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it!