Sue: Hey, Mom. I've been thinking. I know you feel bad 'cause Grandma's not coming to Thanksgiving. So I was thinking, maybe you and I could start our own mother-daughter tradition that we could do together.
Frankie: Oh!
Sue: I thought we could bake a homemade apple pie from scratch.
Frankie: Ah.
Sue: Yeah. It'll be super-rewarding and bonding, 'cause Martha Stewart says apple pie is actually the most time-consuming and difficult of all fruit-based desserts. So simple, yet so complex, just like the relationship between a mother and a daughter.
Frankie: Sounds fun.

Frankie: It'll be good to have another dessert, 'cause Bob's bringing miss Gibbs from the library.
Brick: Hold on. A librarian is coming here?
Frankie: That's right.
Brick: An actual librarian is coming here?
Frankie: Looks that way.
Brick: Oh, my gosh. But what will I wear? What will I say? Axl, we have to clean our room.
Axl: Yeah, that's not happening.
Brick: Yeah? Let me see if this changes your mind. A librarian is coming over.
Axl: Oh, my God. Why didn't you say that? In that case, uh... [knocks over a box of cereal]

Frankie: It's great that you're keeping your dad hydrated... But have the two of you done any talking in the last two days?
Mike: Of course we talked. We talk all the time.
[flashback to Mike and his dad watching TV:]
Big Mike: What's on next?
Mike: Don't know.

Frankie: [v.o.] So Mike brought Rusty, and now we had all three Heck men in the house. At least now the three of them could sit down together and really talk about the future.
Big Mike: What's on next?
Mike: I don't know.
Rusty: There's gotta be somethin'.

Frankie: [v.o.] By Wednesday, the kids were fighting, the men were on their butts watching TV, and the women were in the kitchen. It was beginning to feel a lot like Thanksgiving.
Axl: [o.s.] I'm gonna tell dad.
Brick: [o.s.] Well, I'm gonna tell him you're an idiot.
Axl: He cleaned up all my stuff, and now I can't find my nunchuks from the state fair. They're the only thing in this house that I care about!
Brick: A librarian's coming. How do you not get this? I can't talk to him.
Rusty: No, no. Let me handle this. Boys, boys, come here. Let me give you a piece of advice from my own life, huh? If you're going to smoke, don't do it facedown in a pillow.

Frankie: Hey. So did you talk to Rusty? What does he want to do about your dad?
Mike: Uh, I don't know. Didn't talk to him. Seems like he's got a lot on his plate right now. Heard him talking to his insurance. Guess they're not gonna give him any money to rebuild.
Frankie: What? Why not?
Mike: I don't know.
Frankie: So where's he gonna live? What's he gonna do?
Mike: I don't know.
Frankie: You don't know? So did you guys talk about anything?
Mike: We talked about how lousy Purdue's playin'.

Frankie: [v.o.] So that night, several halftimes later, Mike sat down to have a heart-to-heart with his family.
Mike: So, uh, listen, the thing is, Dad, the hospital says you're gonna need somebody to live in the house with you, and, Rusty, it's gonna start snowing any day now, so you're gonna need a house, you know, without a zipper. So what seems the most logical thing to me is for Rusty to move in with Dad and help take care of him.
Big Mike: Oh, I'll be fine.
Rusty: Oh, yeah. Don't worry about me.
Mike: Okay then. Good talk. Let's see what's on TV.

Mike: Okay, Frankie says dinner's just about ready, so let's take a seat.
Big Mike: Bird looks good.
Rusty: Jeez, it's nice to see the family all together like this, huh?
Mike: Mm-hmm.
Rusty: Hey, look at Aunt Edie. She's holding up pretty good, huh? If I was a thousand years older, I'd take run at that.

Sue: Well, it looks so funny, but at least it smells g... Ow! My foot! Oh, it burned my foot.
Frankie: Oh, honey, this pie is gonna kill you.
[Frankie removes a packaged pie from the freezer]
Frankie: Here.
Sue: Oh. For my foot?
Frankie: No, no. For dessert. Let's just go back to my old tradition. As long as you heat it up at home, it's homemade.
Sue: Really?
Frankie: Oh, yeah. From my mother to your mother to you.

Brick: And so I give it to him, and he files the book under 592, and it was a botany book!
Lisa: Oh, my God. Everyone knows botany is 580-589.
Brick: Of course!
Bob: You know what book I really love? Catcher in the Rye.
Brick: Really? What was your favorite part?
Bob: When... He caught the rye.
Brick: That's what I thought.