Frankie: Hey, Brick. Grandma's gonna be staying with us for a while, and the good news is she didn't have a stroke. The doctors are still trying to figure out what went wrong.
Brick: Hm. Did she bring fudge?
Pat: [gasps] Oh...
Frankie: Brick!
Brick: What? You said she didn't have a stroke.
Frankie: She was in the hospital. When would she have made fudge?
Brick: I don't know how grandmas work. All I know is that when I see her, there's usually fudge.
Pat: Oh, I can whip up a batch of fudge lickety-split.
Frankie: No, no, no. You are not whipping up anything.
Pat: Oh.
Frankie: Brick can survive without fudge.
Brick: So, that's a firm...
Frankie: No fudge!

Frankie: [on the phone] Yeah, oh, hi. Hello. Um, yeah, I-I need to cancel a service call. I'm calling for my mom, Pat Spence.
Pat: Oh, this is not like me. You tell them this is not like me!
Frankie: My mom says it's not like her. Uh, I'm sorry, yes. Can you repeat that? Yeah. Friday between 8:00 and 11:00 would be great.
Pat: I'm not gonna pay the $6 cancellation fee.
Frankie: They said they would waive the fee. [quietly on the phone] I'll pay the fee.
Pat: Just keep the appointment... [Frankie sighs] and explain to them that I would've called sooner, but your father changed phone companies again, and then I forgot.
Frankie: I am so sorry. Mom, he doesn't need to know that.
Pat: Okay. [takes the phone] Hello, this is Pat Spence. Yes, let me explain about the stove. Uh, I'm staying at my daughter's house because they think I have vertigo. They have to take more tests. We bought the house in 1985 just after our girls graduated.
Frankie: Mom, he doesn't need to know...
Pat: Sweetie, I am on the phone. No butter? Anyway, uh, it was originally painted avocado green which, by the way, I don't think they even make that color appliance anymore.

Frankie: I'm horrible, Mike. I am the worst daughter on Earth. I just yelled at my sick mother. But she took all my stuff out of the cabinet, and I won't be able to find my green beans. [voice breaks] I don't want my mom to get old!
Mike: Hey, it's okay. Hang in there.
Frankie: But is this it? Is this how my mom is gonna be now? [normal voice] Everything changes, and this is how it's gonna be from here on out? I thought I had years before this.
Mike: Hey, every day might not be good, but there's something good in every day.
Frankie: I guess. I just want another chance... another chance to go back and not yell at my mom.
Mike: You never run out of chances till you stop taking them.
Frankie: Okay, why are you talking weird? I... No offense, but you're starting to sound kind of like Sue's wall.
Mike: Hm. I guess I do. Maybe those inspirational posters are seeping in.
Frankie: I'm just scared, Mike. I'm scared about taking care of my mom. I can barely keep things together as it is. I mean, I don't know if I'm a good caregiver. I'm not patient enough. The whole time I'm doing it, I keep thinking, "I just want to watch The Bachelor."
Mike: Well, don't beat yourself up. You're doing a heck of a lot better than our kids are gonna do with us.
Frankie: That's true.