Sue: Okay, last chance to come to square dancing with the stars.
Brad: Any takers?
Dave: Uh, I-I'd love to, but I get cramps.
Bill: Kills me to miss it.
Mike: Your mom's out of town. I should be here in case she calls. But, hey, knock 'em dead.

Big Mike: You know, maybe I will check out that square dancing.
Mike: What? No. Hey, Bill, wait. Come on. I-I'll break out the good beer from the back of the fridge, the kind you need an opener for. Way to go, Brick. You cleared the place out.
Brick: I don't get it. I talked about sports the whole time.
Mike: Yeah, the whole time. You droned on with useless facts and boring stats. Hey, I got a stat for ya. Odds are, no one's coming here to watch a football game ever again.

Axl: Okay, I know this whole thing with Brick is just a ploy to get my attention, and it will not work! Oh, my God. You're letting him wear your Colts Jersey? You never let me wear it! What? He's your son now?!
Brick: I've always been his son.
Axl: Aha! So he admits it! You've been plotting and planning this since the day you were born!
Brick: You're crazy! I just wanted to read!
Axl: Oh, yeah, if I'm crazy, how come I've been watching you two... [overlapping bickering]
Brick: If you had sat down and watched sports with Dad like you were supposed to...
Axl: ...and laughing!
Mike: [whistles] Hey, quiet! Oh, great. While you two were yelling, I just missed an interception.
Brad: Historically, interceptions lead to...
Mike: No more! Both of you, out! I'm gonna watch the rest of this game by myself in peace!

Sue: Brad! Left! Your left!
Frankie: [v.o.] And that's when, on Super Bowl Sunday, Sue forgot all about standing still and instead became the M.V.P. of Square Dancing with the Stars.