Frankie: Come on, Mike. You saw how excited she was... that little sparkle of hope in her eyes. We used to have that.
Mike: Hmm.
Frankie: Promise me... please promise me you won't say anything. We're not dashing her dreams right now. Right now we are gonna do everything we can possibly do to get her into college. And we can keep dream dashing in our pocket as a solid plan "B".
Mike: I guess I can always try to pick up some extra work at Little Betty.
Frankie: Yeah, no, I'll find something, too. It's not all bad 'cause when you come home, you'll smell like cake.

Hutch: A shower chair! Dude, this is so cool.
Axl: We've been standing up like idiots for years. Definitely take. Ho-ho! Whoa! Check out this fondue set. We can have fondue night.
Brick: I thought mom said you couldn't take any more of our stuff.
Axl: Mom said I could take anything I want down here... including you, if I wanted to, which I don't. But I still could, so I'm like a God right now, determining your fate, so I would choose my next words carefully.

Frankie: [v.o.] So my back was against the wall, and I was desperate. I could only see one way out.
Frankie: [on the phone] So that's one seat, economy class, to Bermuda. And that's a one-way ticket.
Frankie: [v.o.] No, I'm not fleeing my family. Not yet.
Frankie: Well, that was my pleasure, and thank you for flying Econo Blue Airlines. [call disconnects] I am telling you, Mike... this job is even better than I thought. I just let them know my schedule, and they send calls to me... it's perfect. I can do it in my P.J.s. I can make dinner if while I work, I can even do this job in bed if I want to, and let's face it... It's the only way I'm gonna make money in bed. [telephone rings] Thank you for calling Econo Blue Airlines, where we put the customer first. Please hold. I know we had sprinkles.

Brad: Ah. Mr. Heck, thanks for letting us work on the play here.
Mike: Plenty of room in the basement.
Sue: Oh, Dad, wait, before you go, watch this one part.
Mike: Sue, I got to get to work.
Sue: Oh, no, no, no. But last time, you said you were just coming home from work.
Mike: It's a pretty small window.

Sue: Okay. So, we're calling it "The Loneliest Locker," and it's about Savannah, a lonely bulimic teen who is bullied and cuts herself and has anorexia and problems with alcohol and abuses A.D.D. medication.
Brad: Mm.
Mike: I thought she just had bulimia.
Sue: So did her mom.
Mike: Sounds like Savannah's got a lot going on there.

Frankie: [on the phone] Let me check another flight.
Frankie: [v.o.] As it turned out, the only problem with working from home is that I was working from my home.
Automated Voice: Flip it. Bop it. Flip it. Tap it. Pull it.
[Frankie throws pasta at Brick to get him to go away]

Frankie: [on the phone] Oh, don't worry. The extra legroom is a rip-off. It's only like half an inch. You won't miss it.
[As Axl tries to take a lamp, Frankie grabs the cord]
Frankie: Let go.
Axl: Why? It's been there forever. You only want it 'cause I want it.
Frankie: I'm gonna crackle-paint it someday.
Axl: [scoffs] Okay.
Frankie: I'm sorry. If you want to all sit together, someone's gonna have to sit in the middle seat.
Sue: Mom! Where is the costume box? It was in the basement.
Frankie: I'm talking to a customer. Yeah, hi, Joan. Still here. If you can take a later flight, I might be able to get... Oh. No, sorry. There's a middle seat there, too.

Sue: The black cape was in it, and I need it to play bulimia in "The Loneliest Locker." Brad doesn't want to use his good cape.
Axl: Oh, yeah, I took that for a shower curtain.
Sue: You used my cape as a shower curtain?!
Axl: To be fair, it was a shower curtain.
Sue: Mom! Make him give me back my cape!
Frankie: Figure it out. [on the phone] I got it on the middle seat, Joan. Just give me a second.
Brick: [toy popping] Ah... This takes me back.
Sue: Axl, you just show up here, and you take all our stuff! That's so-o-o-o selfish!
Axl: Why? 'Cause I think of myself first? Uh, it's called being an American. Check it out. [puts a lampshade on Sue's head]
Frankie: I get it, Joan! You don't want a middle seat! Nobody wants a middle seat! Well, maybe your mom shouldn't have died on a Thursday. Yes. I'd be happy to connect you to my supervisor.

Brad: Anyway, I'm sorry, Sue, but the ending of the play needs to be darker. No one befriends Savannah. She ends up alone. It'll have so much more impact.
Sue: No! Savannah needs to have hope and believe that things are going to work out. That's what people want. Right, guys?
Frankie: That's right.
Mike: Well, actually, Sue, I got to go with Brad. Sometimes you got to be realistic. People do better in life when they face facts.
Sue: Dad!
Frankie: Oh, Sue's right. If you don't have hope, Mike, you don't have anything.
Mike: Well, maybe if Savannah's parents had been more honest with her from the beginning, she would never have gotten all of these pie-in-the-sky ideas that never were gonna happen.
Frankie: Oh, yeah? Maybe Savannah's parents told her the truth and dashed her dreams and sent her down a bad path.
Mike: Well, I happen to have a little more faith in Savannah than that. I think she can handle it.
Frankie: Hope's a powerful thing, Mike. You never know what might come of it.
Mike: Okay, you and Savannah go live in the fairy world where she's heading for a big disappointment, and no one that loves her protected her from it.

Brad: My body's tingling. We just moved people with art.