Axl: Bam! You owe me a giant cookie.
Mike: What are you talking about?
Axl: Whenever we'd pass by Mrs. Gooch's in the mall, I'd ask for a giant cookie, and you'd always say, "If you get an A' on a report card, we'll get you a cookie." Well, in fifth grade English, I was one paper away from an A. This paper. If I had turned it in, I would have gotten an A. I want my cookie.
Frankie: But you didn't turn it in.
Axl: I'm just saying, I never worked so hard on anything in my life. This is the best thing I ever wrote.
Mike: "Fire trucks and why they're awesome."
Axl: Damn straight. I did it. I earned the A. I earned my cookie.
Frankie: Yeah, but you didn't get an A on your report card. You got a B.
Axl: But if I had turned it in, I would have gotten an A.
Mike: And you would have gotten a cookie okay.
Axl: [chuckles] Okay. You know why fire trucks are awesome? 'Cause when they promise to put out a fire, they do it. So unless the next words out of your mouth is, "Here's a giant cookie, Axl," this conversation is over!

Mike: How was your day?
Frankie: It was the best, Mike. The best. Brick and I spent the whole day at Ehlert's just hanging and laughing and talking. And the coolest part is that I really think Brick got how much he means to me and that he's not the forgotten third kid, you know? Oh, and his favorite color's yellow, by the way. And the reason he rolls up his pajama bottoms is 'cause he's worried he's gonna trip in his dreams. Oh!
Mike: Glad you guys had fun. Where is he? Brick. Brick.
Frankie: Oh, my God. I left him at work.

Frankie: Okay. Shh. My turn. "Spend more time with Brick." Oh, wow. Well, I get the best resolution of all of them. Oh, this is great. Yay!
[later, in their room:]
Frankie: I'm a bad mom, Mike, a bad, bad mom.
Mike: Okay, it's 2:30. Just tell me what you need to hear.
Frankie: My own son couldn't even tell me he needed me. He had to write it in a resolution and he's right. He's the third kid. He totally got the shaft. You know, when I had Axl, I didn't even work that whole first year. And with Sue, I took, like, three months off. But with Brick, I only took a week.
Mike: And technically, that was to raise the Fergusons' baby.
Frankie: It's true. He didn't even get a day, not one day. It's just that he's so quiet, you know? Makes him easy to ignore.
Mike: I've always considered that one of his better qualities.
Frankie: I'm serious, Mike. What do we really know about him? With Axl, I know that he won't eat bread ends, that he loves the color green. And Sue could live off of potato chips, and she loves any shampoo that smells like peach. But with Brick, I know he likes to read. That's it. Do I know what his favorite color is? No. I'm a lazy mother, Mike. A lazy, lazy mother.
Mike: You really think I don't smile?