Mike: What the hell happened?
Rusty: Huh? Oh. Well, you know how it is with the economy.
Mike: The economy burned down your house?
Rusty: Well, no, that was, uh... That was a massive fire.
Mike: Why didn't you call me?
Rusty: Are you a fireman?
Mike: I'm your brother, for God sake. How'd this happen?
Rusty: Eh, well, I was, uh, runnin' the hot plate about four weeks ago, and I noticed one of the cords was frayed. I kept telling myself, keep your eye on that. But wouldn't you know it? I fell asleep facedown with a cigarette in my mouth. I blame myself partially.

Rusty: [to Aunt Edie] No kidding? You're still driving? Well, that's just terrifying. [both laugh] You know, you're eating butter, by the way.

Mike: When was I supposed to know this? I only found out 'cause I went by the house to invite you to Thanksgiving.
Big Mike: Oh, no. You don't want an old man with a broken hip at your Thanksgiving.
Mike: That's true, but my wife does. Please, Dad. Please, please, please come to Thanksgiving.
Big Mike: Oh, I don't want to be a bother.
Mike: It's not a choice, Dad. The nurses say you gotta be discharged tomorrow, and they can't let you go home alone. Don't worry. We got TV and crummy food at our house, too.
Big Mike: You don't exactly roll out the red carpet, do you?

Mike: Dad.
Big Mike: Son.
Mike: They told me at the desk you broke your hip three weeks ago. Why the hell didn't you call me?
Big Mike: Do you fix hips?
Mike: I live 15 minutes away. You don't think I want to know when my dad goes into the hospital?
Big Mike: Oh, you got your own concerns. I was fine. I-I dragged myself on my belly from the yard into the house, knocked the telephone onto the floor, and dialed with my face. [chuckles]

Mike: Well, listen... I came out to find you 'cause dad broke his hip. Never even told me he was in the hospital.
Rusty: For crying out loud. What does it take that old man to pick up a phone, huh?
Mike: Yeah. Well, he's gonna stay with us through Thanksgiving. I'm guessing you're not doing anything for Thanksgiving yourself.
Rusty: Wasn't planning anything big.
Mike: Why don't you come stay with us? It'd be nice for the kids to see you.
Rusty: Oh, you still got the kids, huh?
Mike: Yeah, the state makes you keep 'em until a certain age.
Rusty: Well, uh, I don't want to be a bother.

Aunt Edie: I loved Dick Peterson. But he was a Black man, so it was forbidden. It was a different time. Just a different time.

Frankie: Mike, your dad is dragging himself around on his belly. Your brother's living in a tent. They might not see the problem, but there is one. You've gotta figure something out.
Mike: [sighs] Well, I guess what would make the most sense is for Rusty to move in with Dad for a while.
Frankie: That's great. Now if there was only a way to transmit ideas from one person to another.
Mike: I'm not gonna tell 'em what to do, Frankie. They're grown men. I don't want to be a bother.
Frankie: Oh, no. Mike. Mike, stay with me. Resist the pull of history, Mike. Do not be swept down that river with them. You have to be the sane one.
Mike: Fine. We'll get into it... At the half.

Lisa: So you really read all of Dickens?
Brick: Yep. I started last summer and finished by the spring.
Bob: When I was his age, I was quite the reader myself. No Dickens, though. I was homeschooled. My reading list was all about how to avoid the devil.

Frankie: Well, at least we'll still have my aunts and your dad. You invited your dad, didn't you?
Mike: Yeah, of course. You asked me to. I'll do it.
Frankie: Oh, come on!
Mike: Just he makes it so damn hard. He's gonna say that he doesn't want to be a bother, and I'm gonna say, "You won't be," and he'll say, "Oh, I don't know," and I'm gonna wind up begging him to please, please, please come to Thanksgiving. It happens every year.
Frankie: I want family in this house, Mike. Otherwise it's not Thanksgiving. It's just overeating.

Frankie: Well, I'm up to eight people for Thanksgiving, so it should feel pretty full. You're not gonna bail on me, are you?
Bob: No. Mm. You have to let me bring something.
Frankie: Okay.
Bob: I was thinking maybe yams... String beans... And my girlfriend.
Frankie: Really?
Bob: Yes. I was trying to slip it in as if she was another food but it's not. It's my girlfriend.
Frankie: Wow! You have a girlfriend? Bob, that's great. Oh. So is this someone you've actually... You know, met?
Bob: Of course. She's a librarian at the public library. I would never have the strength to approach her if I hadn't been listening to this motivational podcast. It has given me the confidence to just deal with people differently.
Frankie: That's right. I remember last week when Pete tried to take the meat out of your sandwich, and you didn't let him.
Bob: I didn't let him!