Mike: Well, it's not a fuse. Whole neighborhood's out. How you doing?
Brick: I'm good.
Mike: Okay, then. [walks out and quickly returns] Hey, you want to do something?
Brick: Well, I'm reading, but you're welcome to do something right over there.
Mike: [sits down and plays with a toy figure] ... Let's play poker.

Sheila: And then I stirred the almonds into an earthen basin with flour and gum dragon and baked it in a wood-fired oven.
Woman: Oh. And how did you make the soup?
Frankie: Well... I threw some vittles in a pot, then I got some water from yon crick over yonder and poured that into a cotton gin. Then Paul Bunyan ate it and declared, "Soup is good food."
Sheila: Prithee a word, Abigail. Did you even read your packet at all?
Frankie: I skimmed it.
Sheila: Okay, since you're clearly unprepared, I'll do the talking, and you can go in the back and make the potato balls. Do you think you can do that?
Frankie: Potato balls? Really? That's gonna take forever. Why don't we just do mashed potatoes and take a rain check on the potato balls? Nobody will even notice. They're all looking down at their phones anyway.
Obadiah: Ladies. Your idle gossip is best saved for 'round the water pump.
Sheila: Ah, 'tis true, husband. Listen, sister. I don't care what kind of slipshod schemes you got under your bonnet to short-shrift our guests, but on my watch, we do things properly.
Frankie: Fine, fine, okay. Hey, but listen, is there a-an outlet by a pot or something, 'cause I'm down to 1%.

Mike: See, poker on Thanksgiving is a tradition in my family. Uncle Rusty and I used to play all the time. Are you sure I never taught you how to play poker?
Brick: You taught me how to get you a beer while you played.

Brad: Wow. Déjà Sue! Are you just starting your shift?
Sue: [chuckles] I never left.
Brad: You worked three shifts in a row? Please tell me you saw Logan.
Sue: No. But I saw one of the other greeters. Turns out, Logan is in Chicago visiting his grandma. [chuckles]
Brad: Oh, no. I'm sorry.
Sue: Mm. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. [grabs a sauce container] Are you kidding me? [jumps up on the counter] This is great because now I have a new plan. I just need to casually drive to Chicago and casually find out where his grandma lives and casually wait outside her house...
Brad: Sue, I'm gonna write you a reality check payable right now. This is not who you are. Where is the girl who was quoting Lean In all summer? The Sue Heck I know doesn't cross state lines to chase after some guy just because maybe he likes her.
Sue: You're right. What am I doing? You know, we always used to make fun of people like this, and now I've... Oh, my god. Is that Logan?
Brad: No, that's not him. That's Dale. I think.
Sue: Seriously. Could I be any more pathetic? This is not the kind of woman I want to be. And it's Thanksgiving. [bell dings]
Muzak: We wish you a merry Christmas We wish you a merry Christmas We wish you a merry Christmas and a happy new year [Brad puts on a Santa hat]

Sean: Well, I got to warn you. Word's kind of getting around about the...
Axl: Okay. [stands up on the bar] Uh, okay, look. Um, I don't know what y'all heard about me, but I'm doing great. Actually, no. I'm doing awesome. Last month, I played the best game of my life. I was on the field for 72 seconds. Yeah. I'm still a business major, and I pretty much know what that is now. And hey, I grew 1/4 inch when I thought I was done, so yeah. It's all good. I guess what I really wanted to say is, um... [voice breaks] You know, it really means a lot to me that you guys are... That you guys are all worried about me, 'cause... 'Cause it's just really hard.

Frankie: [v.o.] The thing is, I may have come from a long line of corner-cutters, but we don't really cut corners where it counts. I guess sometimes you have to be without Thanksgiving to be thankful for it.
Sue: Mom. Guess what today is.
Frankie: Hmm?
Sue: June 12th.
Frankie: Mm.
Sue: Thanksgiving!
Frankie: Oh, yeah, no. There's no way we're doing that. We'll float it to next November.

Frankie: [v.o.] What was wrong with me? With my family? The Moody Cochrans didn't float their Thanksgiving. They crossed rivers and climbed mountains and ran from bears and mashed potatoes with wooden sticks to be together. They weren't all, "It's fine. I don't care. I want to go to a bar." Well, it wasn't too late. I had to make it home before Thanksgiving was over. I had to remind my sweet, sweet family how thankful we should be. Our life is good. We've got nothing to complain... [car thuds]
Frankie: Where's my phone? [sighs]
[Frankie trudges through the snow]
Frankie: [v.o.] Well, I guess things that are worthwhile don't come without a struggle. If the Moody Cochrans could do it, so could I.

Sue: Edwin, I need a break.
Edwin: Sorry, Sue. This is the Black Friday Eve rush. We're on course to shatter our sour cream record. I'm about to roll out a third drum.
Sue: Okay, but I have been here 10 hours, and I haven't had a break. I am pretty sure that's illegal. Come on, please. Just let me take a little stroll on over to Abercrombie.
Edwin: Later! Right now, I need you to push the turkey-cranberry potato, 'cause at midnight, we start moving our Christmas product.
Sue: Oh, no. Not the peppermint potato.
Edwin: Yep. No, no, no. This year, it's the gold, frankincense, and myrrh potato. The gold is cheese sauce, the frankincense is ham, 'cause nobody knows what frankincense is, and the myrrh is also ham, 'cause nobody knows what myrrh is, either.

Mike: Smile Superstars International?
Frankie: Mm-hmm. It's some huge franchise. Apparently, they buy up struggling dental offices and turn them into these one-stop super clinics, like Jiffy Lube for teeth.
Mike: Mm. Well, at least you still have your job.
Frankie: Yeah, but we're closed until January. I guess Goodwin has to remodel the office to look like all the other Smile Superstars, so no paycheck for two months.
Mike: Happy holidays to us. [they clink glasses]

Frankie: Well, you are not gonna believe this. [all groan as Frankie stands in front of the TV] So, I managed to get myself a holiday job, which is good. I'm back at Heritage Village.
Mike: Hey, there you go. When in doubt, go back to the prairie.
Frankie: Wait for the bad news.
Mike: Always do.
Frankie: Heritage Village is open on Thanksgiving, and I'm working the Harvest Feast. So now I don't know what we're supposed to do about our Thanksgiving. I hate to say it, but we may have to float it. Would everybody be okay with that?
All: Fine.
Frankie: Okay is that a "fine" fine or a "TV's on" fine?
Axl: It's fine. Now I can go out to the bar and drink with my friends. As the Pilgrims intended.