Sue: Brick, did you hear this? Mom and Dad say we're having Thanksgiving at a restaurant.
Brick: Well, I'm actually okay with that. Of course, I'll have to run it by Cindy first.
Frankie: Why?
Brick: Well, it's a major holiday. We can't just spend time with my family. You know what? Let's not make a big deal about this. I already got Cindy breathing down my neck. I don't need you guys.

Brick: All right, I smoothed things over with Cindy. She's gonna spend Thanksgiving with us, but I'm gonna have to do Christmas with her folks. I think for New Year's, we're just gonna go skiing with her uncle.

Frankie: [v.o.] So, Thanksgiving day arrived, and Axl finally agreed to pick up Devin Levin. He might not always show it, but deep down, he's a perfect gentleman.
[When Axl pulls up in front a girl standing in front of the school, he immediately honks his horn]
Devin: I was right here.
Axl: So-rry! How would I know it's you? We don't even know each other. I'm just giving you a ride. I have a girlfriend.
Devin: Okay.

Mike: You ready?
Frankie: Yep. Just waiting for Brick's girlfriend. No matter how many times I say that, it still sounds weird.
Sue: Uh, you know, you guys don't have to drive. We can all ride in Darrin's pickup.
Brick: It's 34 degrees out.
Sue: There's a tarp to keep us warm.
Frankie: We can all fit in Dad's car, Sue.
Sue: Okay, fine, but it's guys in the front and girls in the back so that Dad and Darrin can talk.
Mike: About what?

Sue: Mm. Pretty long line. You know where there are no lines? Home.
Frankie: It's fine. Look, that table's getting ready to leave. I can feel it. Hey, let's all give them the stink eye, get them to move along.
Mike: Oh, crap. They're heading for the appetizers. They're starting the whole process over again. We're never gonna eat.
Hostess: We have a table for five. Anyone with a party of five?
Mike: Oh! One, two, three, four, five. [counts Darrin] Six.

Cindy: I really like that stuffed pink flounder. Flounders are my favorite animal.
Brick: Then the flounder, you shall have. Hmm. [the claw comes up empty] I'll give it one more shot.

Frankie: Okay, so, if my niece is Lucy and Lucy's mother is Janet... wait. Hold on.
Devin: So, Axl, you a big Colts fan?
Axl: Nope. Not at all. Not in any way.
Devin: Well, it might be a good year to jump on the bandwagon. If Luck stays healthy, they can win the whole thing.
Mike: If the offensive line does their job, Luck will stay healthy.
Devin: Yeah, but Pagano's got to do his job, too. If he gets too pass-happy, they'll get blitzed every time. You can't put that on the o-line.
Darrin: Well, if the Colts do win the Super Bowl this year, it won't be because of luck. But, then again, it will be 'cause the quarterback's name is Luck. Get it?
Sue: [laughs] I get it, Darrin. That's funny, huh?
Mike: [sighs] Yeah.

Brick: Can you give me 20 bucks?
Mike: No.
Brick: How about a 5-spot?
Mike: How about a no-spot?
Brick: But I'm trying to win Cindy a flounder. You're the one that told me to be chivalrous.
Mike: Well, I'm not giving you any money, Brick. When we leave, you can lay your coat over a puddle.
Brick: Mm. Fair enough. I'll use my birthday money.

Devin: You know, if you put the sugar packet a little further back on the spoon, you'll get a better angle.
Axl: Don't tell me how to play sugar-packet spoon. I've been playing this game since I realized I didn't want to talk to my parents at restaurants.
Devin: I'm just saying, if you put it a little further back on the handle, get the sugar evenly distributed, you can pop it in, just like... That.
Axl: Hmm.

Brick: Thanks, Delores. Keep 'em coming. All right, here we go. Papa needs a good grab.