Sue: Mom, I need your advice. I was super-excited when Brad asked me to be his partner after his original partner got mono and his replacement partner tore a ligament and nobody answered his ad in the school paper. But I'm afraid he's just asking me in order to rekindle our romance.
Frankie: Uh, you know, I don't think you have to worry about that too much.
Sue: Are you sure?
Brad: [o.s.] Sue, I'm borrowing your leg warmers.
Frankie: Positive.

Pete: Well, well, well. You little minx. I guess we know how you swung that a little boom boom with the boss man? I had you pegged all wrong, Frankie. You're a killer with lady parts. Nicely played.
Frankie: Did any of you ever stop to think for a second that maybe Mr. Ehlert just might see something in me? [to herself] But what?

Frankie: [v.o.] So between the excitement of seminars and square dancing... There was still a little left over for a little something called the super bowl.
Mike: Hey, where you going? Pro Bowl's on. Countdown to the big game begins. Wanna watch?
Axl: Uh, let's see. I could watch it here with you and stare at your big toe sticking out of your sock, or I could go to Sean's and watch it on a TV from this century.
Mike: This is my lucky sock, and "No, thanks" would've been fine.

Frankie: Guess who Mr. Ehlert is taking to a big management seminar?
Mike: You.
Frankie: Mike! Don't you even want to go through the fun of guessing?
Mike: Why's he taking you?
Frankie: I know, right? But then I started thinking, maybe I'm not a great salesperson because I'm more of a management type. I mean, really, think about it. I do have a way with people. I'm a great multitasker. I mean, I manage this house, don't I? It's not so different.
Mike: Well, that's great. This mean you're getting a raise?
Frankie: Oh. How great would that be? Then we could go back to being a 4-job family instead of a 5-job family.
Mike: Easy girl. Don't buy that jet just yet.

Mike: So when is this seminar?
Frankie: It's all day Saturday.
Mike: Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. Saturday? That's just one day till the Super Bowl. I don't want you gone that close to the Super Bowl. I'll miss ya.
Frankie: Oh. Really? [Mike watches TV] Really? Really?
Mike: Hmm? What? Oh, yeah, with ice. That'd be great. Thanks.

Brad: Okay, Sue, I burned a practice CD of the hottest new square dancing hits. [music plays] Feel the beat of the jug. And do-si-do. [Sue crashes into Brad]
Sue: Oh! Whoops.
Brad: No. To your left. Again. [Sue crashes into Brad]
Sue: Oh. Okay. Maybe we should just back up, start with the basics.
Brad: That was the basics. Watch. It's like this.
Mike: Hey. Look at you, square dancing with the garage door open so the neighbors can see. [closes garage door]

Brad: Now courtesy turn and load the boat!
Sue: Oh.
Brad: Sue, I have to tell you something. Please just listen and hear me and don't say anything just yet.
Sue: Oh, my God. I was afraid this would happen. Don't say it, Brad.
Brad: You're a terrible dancer.
Sue: Wait. Are you square-dance breaking up with me?
Brad: It's not you. It's me, for thinking you could do it.
Sue: But I can do it. My cross-country coach once told me, I have the heart of a champion and the legs of a spectator. Whatever it takes, I'm willing to work for it.
Brad: I can be a tough coach. There'll be tears... From both of us.

Pete: How many naughty nighties do you got in there?
Bob: Stop it, Pete. We all know there's nothing sexual about Frankie.
Frankie: Joke all you want. I know you're just jealous 'cause Mr. Ehlert sees management potential in me, a woman, and not you... So how about you boys just save all the innuendos and the dirty little comments? This trip is 100% business.
Mr. Ehlert: [honks horn of RV] Come on, toots! Let's hit the road!

Brad: Sashay in, circle left, and box the gnat... [both groan]
Sue: Sorry, sorry. Left, I know. My legs are just trained to run straight in the woods.
Brad: Okay, just... practice turning left. Your left! Your left! Your left! Your left!

Axl: You're in my spot. Move.
Brick: I'm talking sports with Dad.
Axl: Yeah, right, and I'm reading.
Mike: Well, actually he has a pretty good theory about the spread offense.
Axl: Anybody can talk about it. Not everybody can play it. Right, Dad? Like you and me. We both play football, huh? Huh? Huh? Go long! [hits Sue with the football]
Brad: Dancer down!
Mike: Axl, will you cut it out? Your brother and I are trying to watch TV.
Sue: I'm okay.
Mike: And you hurt your sister.