Frankie: [v.o.] With Tink at the helm, Orson Limestone won their next four games. They even beat Ernie's Injection Molding. Unfortunately, for those four games, Mike was playing a different position.

Coach Babbitt: All right, Wayne, you're up. Chuck's on deck, and Dave's in the hole.
Wayne: [loudly] I'm gonna bunt!
Mike: Hey, Coach, I'm sitting out a lot of games here. My back is feeling great now. No kidding. I tied my shoes this morning on the first try. I'm ready to get back in there.
Coach Babbitt: Oh, we're kind of on a winning streak here, Heck. You don't want to mess with that mojo. Even talking about it gives me the jeebies. Whoo! [knocks on wood] [spits]
Mike: Well, I want to contribute, you know? And more than just knitting a bat cozy.
Coach Babbitt: Sorry, Heck, but John's playing out of his mind. I kept thinking he was gonna go back to his old ways, but he's on fire. Soon as he cools off, you're the first one back in.
Mike: When Dave was coach, he always had me in the starting lineup.
Coach Babbitt: Dave, you okay with the lineup?
Dave: [o.s.] You mean, am I okay with winning? Yeah.
Eleanor: [to Mike] Stop moving.

Coach Babbitt: Hey, Heck. How you doing?
Mike: Hey. Feeling great, ready for the game tomorrow.
Coach Babbitt: Yeah, I got some bad news, and I don't want you to take it too hard, so I'm just gonna rip off the Band-Aid. I got poached.
Mike: Poached?
Coach Babbitt: Yep. Hagen Westside Realty got me. All I got to do is push their mail through a slot, pitch a couple of shutouts, and they're gonna fix the brakes on my Subaru.
Mike: Well, Eleanor's not gonna like it. We were about to start an afghan. But whatever's best for the team.
Coach Babbitt: All right, then. Later, champ.

Axl: I'm just here for my dishes. I put them in earlier, so they should be done by now. And don't worry. I put yours in the sink.
Sue: Axl, I am trying to study here.
Axl: For what, obedience school? You know, you don't get a treat if you roll over when you're supposed to sit.
Sue: Oh, ha ha, 'cause I'm a dog.
Axl: Hey, you're never gonna get a treat with that attitude. So, uh, where's your owner?
Sue: Who, Lexie? She's at that big St. Patrick's Day party. I'm surprised you're not there.
Axl: Nah, that party's lame. When you're a freshman and sophomore, you think it's fun. As a junior, you only go there ironically, and you would never be caught dead there as a senior.

Frankie: There he is, Mr. National Honor Society.
Brick: I can't believe you guys came.
Mike: You made that very clear over the microphone.

Olson: Axl.
Axl: What's up, Olson?
Olson: What's up, man? I thought you said you'd have to be dead to be seen at this party.
Axl: Yeah, yeah. Well, can I, uh, catch up with you guys later? I'm kind of looking for someone. That's her.
Devin: Axl!
Axl: Devin?

Frankie: [v.o.] Well, with Tink gone, Orson Limestone's hot streak was over. But at least Mike was back in the game. Unfortunately, their first game was against...
Coach Babbitt: Bring it in! Bring it in! Easy out here! You don't want any of this voodoo, do you, Heck?