Axl: "Taking back the house", what does that even mean?
Frankie: It means that we've been letting you get away with way too much, but that is over. It's our house, our TV, and we're gonna watch what we wanna watch.
Sue: What, you mean like after our show is over?
Frankie: No, I mean like right now.
Brick: So we're doing picture-in-picture?
Axl: We call the big picture.
Mike: No, you do not get a picture. You are out of the picture.

Frankie: [v.o.] That night, we slept better than we had in weeks. [Brick rattles their locked bedroom door] And the next day, I took it further and started a little extreme home makeover of my own.
Frankie: Oh, hey, honey. How was school?
Sue: What's going on? What is this?
Frankie: Oh, I'm taking back my house.
Sue: I thought that was just yesterday!
Frankie: No, no. I have tripped over my last tennis ball. I have sat on my last joystick. You guys are gonna start keeping all your crap in your rooms. So dig in this pile for what's yours, 'cause anything that's left is going in the trash.

Axl: The whole reason I wanted you to go there was for the shake! I dip my fries in the shake!
Frankie: Fine. I'll go back.
Mike: Wait. No, hold on, Frankie. This is crazy. You just got home. You went to three different places. You're not going back out. I'll do it.
Sue: Can I have pop from the taco place?
Brick: I'll take more fries!
Frankie: Wait. What are we doing here, Mike?
Mike: What? Uh, shake, more fries, a pop from the taco place, not the burger place. I got it.
Frankie: When did this happen? When did the kids become our bosses?

Sue: Oh, my God. What did you do to the family room? What did you do to the family room?!
Frankie: You like it? I've always wanted it this way.
Sue: No, I don't like it. It's like you're trying to pretend you never had us! Dad, look what she did to the family room.
Mike: Oh, hey. Looks great. [high-fives Frankie]
Frankie: I know, right? We actually have a pretty nice family room. I'm not embarrassed to have people over anymore. Don't worry. We're not having people over.

Frankie: [v.o.] There's something scary going on in houses all over America. Nobody's talking about it, but it's happening.
[Frankie and Mike gasp after a rattling sound wakes them up in the middle of the night]
Brick: I can't sleep.
Frankie: I'll go.
Frankie: [v.o.] That's right. I'm talking about the 3:00 A.M. shuffle. If you're a parent and you've never done it, you're lying.
[As Brick sleeps in their bed, Mike is kicked and knocked in the face. Eventually, Mike goes and struggles to sleep on Brick's tiny bed. The next morning, Frankie and Mike stare at Brick sleeping peacefully on their bed.]
Frankie: [v.o.] Yep, there's something scary going on in houses all over America, and we're putting up with it.

Bob: You all right?
Frankie: Ugh. Brick got into our bed last night, and I had to sleep on the couch again.
Bob: Well, the weekend's coming up. You can catch up on your Z's then.
Frankie: No. Brick's got a book fair he needs to get to, and Sue needs jeggings - whatever those are, and Axl has a science project due Monday and needs a poster board and an idea.
Bob: What are you and Mike doing?
Frankie: Uh, that.
Bob: Can't you just tell them "no"?
Frankie: Bob, Bob, Bob. You so don't have kids.
Bob: That I know of. [chuckles]

Mike: What you doin'?
Sue: Well, cross-country is over, and like a caterpillar, I've shed my sweatshirt to emerge reborn for the next challenge that lies ahead. [off Mike's confusion] I'm trying to decide what to try out for next. So what do you think... cheerleading?
Mike: What else?
Sue: Basketball?
Mike: Next.
Sue: Synchronized swimming?
Mike: Keep goin'.
Sue: The everybody-makes-it lunchroom follies?
Mike: Hello. Now that one there seems interesting.
Sue: It's just this talent show thing at lunchtime. I don't even think there are tryouts or anything. You just sign up.
Mike: I'm really liking the sound of that.

Frankie: [v.o.] As soon as I said it, I realized it was true. Somewhere along the way, we had become second-class citizens in our own house.
[flashback to Frankie arriving home:]
Frankie: Sue, how many times do I have to tell you to take your backpack to your room? I'm not doing it for you!
[flashback to Mike watching the small TV in his bedroom:]
Mike: Is Wizards of Waverly Place over yet?
Kids: [o.s.] No!
[flashback to Frankie, Mike and the kids in the car:]
Frankie: Oh, thank God. A rest stop. Pull over. I really gotta go.
Sue: We are not stopping!
Axl: We're only 52 miles from home, Mom!
Frankie: Fine. If traffic's good, I think I can hold it.

Brick: So can one of you take me to the library? I feel like reading about Peru.
Mike: No, Brick, sorry. Can't. Actually, won't. I just got home from work and I am going to eat my pizza, for once, while it's still hot. [high-fives Frankie]
Sue: That is really annoying.
Frankie: If you're really dying to find out about Peru, look it up online.
Brick: But I like books. I like the feel of paper in my hands.
Frankie: Well, I like the feel of pizza in my hand, so nobody's taking you anywhere right now.

Axl: What are you doing?
Brick: We're afraid to go in. We don't feel welcome.
Sue: They're not backing down, Axl. I don't even know who they are anymore. You know, Carly and I are working on this dance for the lunchtime follies, right? And we saw these polka-dot umbrellas at the mall that are, like, essential to the number. So I called Mom and asked if she could pick one up on her way home from work. She said "No." I should just use whatever we have in the closet.