Mike: Well, that was quick.
Frankie: Ball went into the Glossners' yard.
Mike: Oh, well. What are you gonna do?

Axl: It's so lame around here. There's nothing on TV, there's nothing to do.
Frankie: Here's something. Take your brother and teach him to kick this.
Axl: Can't. Book report.
Frankie: Then turn off the TV and get on it.
Axl: Fine, I'll teach him, whatever. Get off me. God.

Sue: I hate those stupid Glossners. Why are we letting them run the neighborhood? Can't you just go over there and demand they chain up that dog?
Frankie: No, honey, I can't. For better or for worse, they're our neighbors. And once you start battling with neighbors, it never ends well. Especially the Glossners. You know that house on the corner that burned down? Oh, "Christmas tree fire"? Mm-mm. Trust me, it is better just to keep the peace.

Sue: Um, excuse me. I wanted to bring to your attention that your dog is kind of running loose. And it ate my shoe.
Rodney Glossner: Who are you?
Sue: Sue. Sue Heck? I live down the street. Anyway, you might wanna chain up your dog.
[Derrick chuckles as Rodney knocks Sue's books out of her hands]
Sue: What was that for?
Derrick Glossner: For being stupid.
Carly: You're stupid.
Rodney Glossner: You wanna do something about it?
Sue: Okay.
Derrick Glossner: How about a fight?
Sue: Yeah. Yeah, we'll totally fight you.
Rodney Glossner: After school, your house, be there.
Sue: Oh, I'll be there. I live there. I have no after-school activities.

Brick: You're supposed to teach me kickball. Yeah, not happening.
Sue: Where is the extension cord?
Axl: How should I know? What are you losers doing?
Sue: Oh, none of your beeswax, Axl.
Axl: Ouch.

Axl: Ugh, how can you even read that yawn fest?
Brick: I love Moby Dick. I read it last year. It's an allegory.
Axl: If you say so. Hey, I guess I could teach you to kick a ball, but you gotta write a two-page report on Moby Dick for me.
Brick: Okay.
Axl: And clean our room.
Brick: When do we start?
[Axl drop kicks the ball]
Sue: Ow!
Axl: That's pretty much it. So when you do my report, put in that allegory thing, whatever. Teachers eat that stuff up.

Axl: Dude, heh, come on, kicking a ball is the easiest thing in the world. It's this...
Brick: Then why can't I do it?
Axl: I don't know. You miss every time you look at the ball. Maybe you should close your eyes and kick it.
Brick: Okay.
[After Brick closes his eyes and covers his face, Axl rolls the ball and he kicks it]
Axl: Whoa!
Brick: I did it. I kicked the ball.
Axl: I know. That was awesome. You were like a Jedi knight. That was the coolest thing I've ever seen. Ha, ha, come on.
Frankie: [v.o.] Spending time that day with Axl was one of the greatest moments in Brick's life. In fact, it was so great that Brick didn't want it to end.

Frankie: [v.o.] Days had gone by, and so far, no retaliation for the boob incident. I was scared to leave my house unattended, but Frugal Hoosier had a sale on Iowa white Chablis, and I was tense.
Sue: Okay, Mom, we got the last three boxes.
Frankie: Great. Throw them in. Okay, come on, let's go.
Sue: Wait, wait. All we have is wine and sherbert.
Frankie: Yeah, we're good.
Frankie: Oh, my God. There she is. Quick, duck down before she sees us.
Sue: Mom, how long do we have to stay like this?
Frankie: Until they leave the store and drive away, and then we have to count to 100.

Clerk: Oh, um, excuse me, they're not allowed to do that.
Rita Glossner: Hey, you heard what the lady said. Stop that or she'll punch you.
Clerk: Oh, no, that's not what I meant.

Sue: Mom, how do some people get so mean?
Frankie: I don't know. Her first husband was a meth addict who left her for a high-school girl. Then she was with that Dave guy. I don't know what he did, but he kept really weird hours. I think she worked at the nursing home where they had that shootout.
Rita Glossner: Stop it. Stop it.
Frankie: She's had a pretty tough life, I guess.
Rita Glossner: Stop that. Wade, let go of your brother's ear. So help me, God, I told you, Leonard, stop that right now.
Frankie: [v.o.] Suddenly, it was like I was seeing Rita Glossner for the first time.
Clerk: That'll be $148.
Rita Glossner: Oh. Uh... I don't have that much money. Oh, Derek, stop shaking that soda. I guess I'll just have to put some things back.
Frankie: [v.o.] Maybe Rita wasn't scary after all. Maybe she wasn't even mean. Maybe she was just a tired, stressed out, overwhelmed mom like me.