Mike: Well... [sighs] I'm heading off to my other job.
Frankie: And I will be here working at my other job. You know, I am proud of us, Mike. We're getting out in front of it. We're embracing the possible, and good things are gonna come of it.
Mike: Yep, we've finally achieved our dream of working around the clock.

Brick: I can't believe you did this. I could have been a professional basketball man. You're always on me 'cause my nose is buried in a book, but turns out, it's all your fault. All because you didn't want your son to play with his toys. Sad.
Frankie: Look, you played with plenty of toys. Those were just the loud, annoying, obnoxious ones I couldn't stand to hear anymore after the first 500 beep-beeps, ding-dings, and woo-woo-woos.
Brick: Well, seeing how these were ripped from me at such a young age, I'm now going to make up for a lot of lost time. Come on, old friends. [toy siren wails]
Automated Voice: Konnichiwa.
Mike: Ah, crap, he found the noisy toys.

Brick: Hello, Mother. Look what I found in the basement. Remember this? [toy siren wails] [Frankie chuckles nervously] You said these disappeared.
Frankie: Well, they did...
Frankie: [v.o.] With a little help from me.
[flashback to Frankie taking young Brick's guitar away from him as he slept]
[flashback to young Brick playing with his speaking caterpillar:]
Automated Voice: "A." "A." "A."
[as young Brick turns to take a sip of his juice box, Frankie grabs the toy]
[flashback to Brick playing with a basketball toy:]
Automated Voice: Nothing but net. Nothing but net.
Frankie: Hey, you know what's fun? Reading.