Brick: "She is survived by her husband, Henry, and sister, Sylvia Hammond. The county coroner will conduct a full autopsy and..." Oh, my God!
Frankie: What? What?!
Brick: They put an apostrophe "S" in "paramedics." That's not possessive, that's plural! Who was proofing the Herald back then?
Frankie: You know what, Mike? I don't know what upsets me more... a dead body in my bathtub or you not telling me about it.
Brick: Or the apostrophe!

Lexie: Well, we were kinda talking about our costumes for the party.
Sue: Oh, right! So, what are you guys thinking?
Lexie: I don't know, something cute and fun like salt and pepper?
Sue: I like it! And I can be cinnamon.
Axl: Or... peanut better and jelly.
Sue: And bananas.
Axl: Or maybe like a couple's thing, you know, like a Romeo and Juliet.
Sue: And the poison!

Frankie: I was finally filing the last of the soggy papers from the flood, and I found the old deed to our house.
So I'm flipping through the disclosure statements. Listen. "Cracked foundation," which we knew, "dangerous wiring," which we knew. And then this. "Disclosure number three... Death occurred on the premises." Oh, my God! Can you believe this?! How did we not know about this? Someone died in our house.
Mike: I knew.
Frankie: What do you mean, you knew?
Mike: The realtor told me. I didn't tell you 'cause I knew you'd freak out.
Frankie: Yeah, I'd freak out! Someone died in our house! I can't believe you hid this from me. Did you ever think that maybe that's why all these creepy things keep happening around here? Candles blowing out, cabinets that don't close, my bruise that never goes away!
Mike: I thought that was gone.
Frankie: Oh, it's back. Feast your eyes.