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.

Mike: Sue, you got to come clean. You're too young to be in debt. It's different for us. We have a long-range financial plan where we die before we have to pay anybody off. But you don't have that cushion.

Mike: Hang on a sec. Where's all this money coming from?
Sue: Well, I've been using my Spudsy's money, and I popped all the quarters out of my 50 states collector's book, and I've been donating plasma. I'm not exactly sure what plasma is, and I don't know if you need it, but, from the way I've been feeling, I'm guessing you do.

Brick: Can you sign this form saying you take full responsibility for the school camera, editing equipment, the sound equipment, and lighting packet while it's in my possession?
Frankie: No, we will not.
Brick: Well, then I'll have to do that signature Axl taught me, 'cause I really need it for this project I'm doing for film class. Oh, heads up... I'm working on a shoestring budget, so I'm gonna be shooting it entirely in the house.
Mike: A horror movie, is it?
Brick: Well, the assignment is to take an important piece of film history and interpret it as our own. I'm thinking either Battleship Potemkin or Knots Landing. I love Knots Landing. I binge-watched all 14 seasons when we inherited that box of Aunt Edie's old tapes. Now, I know what you're thinking... Sure, Battleship Potemkin was named the greatest film of all time, but Knots Landing just has the undefinable "it." Plus it's one of the few true historical records we have of the 1980s.
Frankie: The '80s weren't that long ago, Brick.
Mike: It was 30-some years ago.
Frankie: Holy crap.
Brick: Well, I better get on it. I'll be in Sue's room, scouting locations. Also, I'm still on the fence, but the episode I'm looking at may require a small car explosion.