Brick: And it'll be warm out, so maybe we can eat outside.
Sue: Ooh, we can put some turkey on the grill.
Axl: There's no rule that says we got to eat a turkey. We could eat hot dogs or potato salad.
Mike: This is starting to sound a lot like Memorial Day.
Frankie: Fine. Thanksgiving... June 12th. Done.

Axl: All right, Nick will be here after pecan pie. That's pretty much the whole class. Whoo. We are gonna rage! So how'd you convince your mom to let you out early on Thanksgiving?
Sean: Well, I told her, "Mom, I'm a vegetarian now. I'm not eating anything with a mother anymore." And she said, "You don't have a mother anymore."
Axl: Whoa. I don't think I've even seen your mom mad.
Sean: Man, she needs to chill. I mean, I-I'm evolving. I-I'm not even sure if I want to be a doctor anymore. It's like I've always just done whatever Ron and Nancy want. What... What about what I want?

Sue: Edwin, I need a break right now.
Edwin: Well, you can't. We're swamped.
Sue: You can't keep me here. I know the law.
Edwin: Oh, really? So, uh, what is the law?
Sue: Okay, I don't actually know the law, but my mom has a cousin who was a paralegal, so I am gonna take a break right now or you can expect to hear from her. Or him. Her name is Jean, so I'm not sure whether she's a man or a woman. Point is, I will be back in 10 minutes.
Frankie: [v.o.] Finally, Sue was free to casually pursue Logan, but shoppers on black Friday Eve are anything but casual.
Woman: Brenda, Candles & Such... 70% off everything!
Sue: No, no, no, no, no. Let me through! Just let me...

Debbie: Hey, Axl. Are you okay? We heard a rumor you were out here crying.
Axl: What? God, no. I'm fine.
Debbie: Aww. Can we see? I bet your eyes look so pretty with tears in them. Right, Court?
Courtney: Yeah, Debs. So pretty. If you were a girl.
Axl: [chuckles] There's no tears. I don't know what people told you, but I'm not crying.
Debbie: Oh. I'm so glad. What do you say, Court? Group hug?
Courtney: Definitely group hug, Deb. [they hug Axl]

Sue: Did you forget to pay the electric bill again?
Mike: Not unless we forget to pay for the whole block. How was the mall?
Sue: You know, working all day on Thanksgiving wasn't as fun as I thought it'd be.
Brick: Well, you look great.
Sue: Really? Thanks, Brick. Aww. [walks off]
Brick: [to Mike] Bluffing.
Mike: Nice.

Mike: Didn't expect you home this early. They run out of Jagermeister?
Axl: Eh, ended up being kind of lame. Seeing people's overrated.
Mike: Huh.
Brick: Hey, you want to play poker? Dad taught me how to lie.
Axl: Hmm. I could play some poker. Oh, Dad, by the way, there might be a rumor going around town that you and Mom died, so just go with it.

Frankie: [v.o.] Turns out my pal Sheila reported me to the town elders, and I was demoted to cinder girl.
Sheila: I can't tell you how much it means to Obadiah and me to have you here with us today to share in our lord's bounty. You see, this summer, my dear brother Samuel sent news that his wife, Priscilla, was stricken with typhoid fever, and she might not survive the harvest. So we packed up our family in Lynchburg and began our three-month journey by wagon. But with the rain and hail, the mountain pass proved treacherous. For weeks, our wagon was mired in mud, our food supplies dwindled. But even as we grew weak with hunger and fended off bear attacks, the thing that kept us going was the thought of being with our loved ones on Thanksgiving. So after four grueling months, we finally arrived in Orson, and my dear brother greeted our wagon with open arms and good news... Priscilla was going to live. 'Tis truly a time to rejoice, for now our family is together on this day of thanks. Sadly, the trip proved too much for little Johnny. He contracted scarlet fever. The doctors say he may not live to see Christmas.
Frankie: What?
Sheila: [quietly] Read your damn packet! [normal voice] That is why today we give thanks because you never know how many more thanksgivings you're gonna get.

Axl: Hey! Mom's here. Look. Power's out. Living in the 1800s.
Frankie: Tell me about it.
Sue: Mom, come play! You'll be on my team. Oh, Dad, we can have teams, right?
Mike: I'll allow it. Pull up a chair.
Frankie: Wow. Looks like you guys have been at this a whole. You having fun?
Axl: Yeah. It's fine.
Frankie: Is that a "fine" fine or "the TV and the power are out, so I had nothing else to do" fine?
Axl: No, it's, uh... actually good. [sniffles]
Brick: Are you crying?
Axl: Yeah, I'm crying. [scoffs]

Sheila: Get rid of it and use the wooden masher.
Frankie: Sheila, come on.
Sheila: It's Rachel! Rachel Moody Cochran. Respect the material!
Frankie: Why don't you just step aside and let me whip the crap out of these potatoes 2015-style?
Sheila: Use the wooden masher.
Frankie: Make me.
Sheila: You listen here, sister. I did not claw my way up from milkmaid to cinder girl to seamstress to Obadiah's wife to get kicked out of here because of you. You think I'm not eyeing mayor's wife next? 'Cause I am. I am gonna get there, and you are not taking me down. [Frankie revs the whisk in Sheila's face, splattering her with mashed potato] Oh, no. You did not just do that.