Sue: I got hit in the face with a racket.
Axl: Stupid.
Frankie: Axl.
Axl: No, not her, me. Stupid for giving my jersey to Sophie.
Frankie: Oh, really? What do you mean?
Axl: She doesn't like me.
Frankie: Oh, that's terrible.
Frankie: [v.o.] Oh, that's awesome.

Frankie: [v.o.] Here was my opening. I was gonna get that jersey and I was gonna get Axl to give it to me.
Frankie: So, what happened?
Sue: I got hit when I ran out onto the court. But the point was still going on.
Frankie: Oh, honey. No, to the jersey, I mean. Did you, you know, get it back?
Axl: No.
Sue: After the guy hit me with his racket, he smashed into me and knocked me into the net.
Frankie: Ugh, honey, that's horrible. Don't you think you should ask her to give it back? You know, for closure.
Axl: Nah. Not worth it.
Sue: And after he knocked me into the net, my braces got stuck in the strings. The nurses had to cut me out with nail scissors.
Frankie: Oh, sweetheart. Gosh, it sounds like it just wasn't meant to be. I don't know. I think you might wanna get it back. It's your jersey and it's very valuable. There could be someone out there who wants it very badly.
Axl: Wait. You think I could sell it?
Frankie: [sighs] I'm out.

Frankie: Here's the thing, Sophie. We both know you don't care about that jersey. So why don't you give it to me and there's no hard feelings?
Sophie: I can't do that.
Frankie: Look, you don't intimidate me. I was a cheerleader once. I had spirit, yes, I did. And now I'm just a cranky, tired mom with nothing to lose...
Sophie: I already gave it back to Axl. He said he wanted to give it to someone else.
Frankie: Oh. [chuckles] Well, then, never mind. It was so nice to have met you.

Mike: You're gonna mow my yard.
Man: You're gonna mow my yard.
Mike: You're gonna mow my yard.
Man: You're gonna mow my yard.
Frankie: [v.o.] In Orson, Indiana, that's some serious trash-talking.
Nancy: Gentlemen, start your mowers!