Mike: I've said it before... nothing good ever happens when you leave the house.

Frankie: Hey, LuEllen. Nice to see you again. [chuckles] Looks like a beautiful day to travel. [LuEllen blanks Frankie]
Mike: Have a nice trip, Merv. Sorry we couldn't help you out.
Merv: Help us out?
Frankie: [sighs] Well, I guess we ought to separate Bogie and Bacall over there.
Mike: Okay, Brick. Wrap it up.
Cindy: Goodbye, Brick.
Brick: Goodbye, Cindy. [engine starts] I'll call you when I get there. [car door closes]
Frankie: [v.o.] Turns out, when Cindy's parents said they were moving away, they actually meant two houses away.
Mike: She never mentioned this to you?
Brick: We don't talk that much. [cellphone rings] Oh, I should take this. [answers phone] Hello? Hey, Cindy. She got there safe. [waves to Cindy]

Mike: What's with the hat?
Brick: Hmm? Oh, uh, I've been thinking, and I do want to do sports. I figured if I get started now, someday I could be a professional baseball man.
Mike: Really?
Brick: Oh, yeah. I'm passionate about it. I'm just gonna need some equipment... a glove, a bat, a Lenny Dykstra Wheeler Dealer automatic pitching machine with nine-hour battery. It's only $699.99.
Mike: Brick, every time we make toast, we take our lives in our hands. We're not giving $700 to a total stranger.
Brick: But that's what you're supposed to do. That's what Reverend Hayver says in church. You're supposed to give to the people that are less fortunate than you.
Mike: In our defense, they're hard to find.