Mike: So, how's spring practice coming? Who's looking good?
Axl: I don't know.
Mike: You guys thinking of running the pistol again this year?
Axl: Maybe.
Mike: Hey, did you get your physical yet with Dr. Nagel for next season?
Axl: It's tomorrow.
Mike: So, how you doing? How you playing?
Axl: Um... fine. Hey, I've been thinking, and maybe I should quit the team next year. You know, make time for other stuff? Do we have the detergent with the rubber ducky on it? It's the gentlest on my undercarriage.

Frankie: So, you want me to get you the code for the graph paper?
Brick: Oh! Graph paper.
Frankie: Right. Marry Cindy. I mean it. Lock that down now. [stands up] Ow! Aww, it's one of Sue's tiny Barbie shoes. Oh, she hasn't played with these since she was little.
Brick: Wow. Do you ever vacuum?
Frankie: Do you?

Sue: [answers phone] Hi, Mom.
Frankie: Hi, honey. I just called you 'cause I miss you so much. All they talk about around here is football and underwear. And they smell. They smell so bad. Brick thinks he can get away with showering every other day. He can't.
Brick: I'm right here, Mom.
Frankie: I know exactly where you are. Take the hint. [on the phone] So, what's up with you?
Sue: Well, Lexie's out of town with her godmother. I always thought that was just a Cinderella thing, but apparently rich people have them, and they take them on safaris. Anyway, I'm totally free tomorrow. Do you want to come up for lunch?
Frankie: I would love to. Hey, I'm going to Sue's tomorrow, so you're on your own for lunch.
Brick: We're always on our own for lunch.
Mike: Shush. She's happy.

Frankie: [v.o.] Yep, there was no question about it. I was ready for girl time. Just me and Sue. No smelly boys.
Jeremy: [opens door] Hey. You must be Frankie.
Frankie: Uh, yeah.
Sue: Oh. Hey, Mom. This is Jeremy, a guy I've been seeing.
Frankie: Oh.
Sue: Oh, it's the funniest story how we met. He was chained to a tree. It all worked out okay. He saved it. He had to spend a night in jail, but it was worth it.
Frankie: Uh-huh.
Sue: He's in between protests till Arbor Day, so he's gonna be joining us for lunch.
Frankie: Great!

Frankie: [v.o.] So, Brick got his graph paper the very next day. And he cut out the middleman. And the best part was, the middleman was me.

Frankie: [v.o.] When you're spending precious time with your daughter, you want to stretch that time and make it last forever. Well, the way to do that was to invite this guy.
Jeremy: And don't kid yourself about the Federal Reserve. It's privately owned. It's an artificial construct of three powerful white men.
Frankie: So, then, that's a no on the mozzarella sticks for the table?
Sue: Oh, no, no, no. Jeremy only eats raw food. He's not getting anything. He's just here for the company.
Frankie: Oh, well. More for me. So, Jeremy, where are you from?
Jeremy: I don't like to say I'm from a particular place. I'm against all kinds of tribes. I think we should all just be citizens of the Earth.
Sue: And he's not just saying that because he's from Iowa. He really means it. Jeremy only says what he means, and he only means what he says. He is like Horton the Elephant but with broody eyes.
Jeremy: Don't get me started on that book.

Sue: Ooh! Tell her what you were saying about Plastic Island. There is this island in the middle of the ocean the size of Texas that is filled with all of the plastic items that we throw out... plastic bags, plastic containers, plastic bottles.
Frankie: Plastic Island sounds great. You never have to wash anything. Am I right? [chuckles]
Jeremy: It's not a joke.
Sue: It's not, Mom. It's so not.
Frankie: Where's our waitress?
Jeremy: If she's smart, she's at the ACLU, fighting for a decent living wage.
Frankie: So, Jeremy, what does your dad do?
Jeremy: He's a corporate pig.
Frankie: Fantastic.

Sue: So, we're all gonna protest outside the science building. It's just not fair to inject rats with the flu. Rats have it hard enough. And putting makeup on rabbits? Not okay. I mean, it was kind of funny when Bugs Bunny did it to look like a lady rabbit, but now that just seems like they were mocking transgender bunnies. Mom, are you even listening to me?
Frankie: Yeah, yeah. Hey, how about we catch a movie or something?
Sue: Pbht! Why? So we can see how few Black people there are in films?
Frankie: Okay, we'll put a pin in that. Oh, ooh! You're gonna love this. I found this yesterday. Actually, I stepped on it. Mm. Aah.
Sue: Ugh, the shoe of unrealistic expectations. If you took that Barbie's measurements and put them on a real woman, she would fall over. She literally wouldn't be able to stand up straight. [Frankie rolls her eyes] Did you just roll your eyes at me?
Frankie: Sue, whatever. [rolls her eyes]
Sue: You did it again.

Sue: I am outraged that you think my outrage is just a phase.
Frankie: Okay, you know what? I am done. I have put up with this all afternoon, and I want my Sue back. Happy Sue, sweet Sue.
Sue: Well, sweet Sue can't save the arctic foxes, but angry Sue can, and they are first on mine and Jeremy's list, partly because that's where they come alphabetically but also because they need us.
Frankie: You know, you don't have to think things just 'cause your new boyfriend does.
Sue: Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You think I think things because a man thinks them? I think the things I think and then I choose a man whose thinking I think is admirable. Jeremy is smart. Jeremy is deep.
Frankie: Oh, Jeremy's a knob.
Sue: That is the man I like.

Frankie: I'm so glad you texted me. I can really use this. I feel like I just went five rounds with Abbie Hoffman. Abbie was a girl in that, right?
Mike: What are you talking about?
Frankie: Sue's an activist now. She hates plastic, and she's mad at me 'cause I rolled my eyes when she said Barbie's boobs were too big. I'll have a beer.
Bartender: That'll be 10 cents. It's dime-beer hour.
Frankie: Then, I'll take 10.