Brick: I don't think these things work without AA batteries. Do we have AA batteries? [whispers] Double AA.

Automated Voice: [on machine] Hello. Your son or daughter was absent from school today. Please have them... [Frankie stops the message]
Axl: Not me. I mostly went to school today.
Sue: I don't skip.
Brick: [enters] Whew. I'm beat. This whole job thing is a real grind.
Frankie: Brick, did you not go to school today?
Brick: Yes, I did not.
Mike: Come on. It took you this long to finish your paper route?
Brick: Oh, I wish. I'd say I'm roughly two-thirds done. I just came home to grab a flashlight. I really could use those night vision goggles now, huh? Ironic.
Frankie: That's out of batteries, like everything else in this house, and besides, you're not going out again. It's too late.
Mike: Look, I don't know what you were doing out there, but I'll take you out tomorrow. And see if we can shave a little time off this route.

Frankie: [v.o.] That's right. Despite all the odds, the Orson high wrestling team had finally won one meet.
Sue: Matt! This is the best day ever! You won the meet, and I was waiting to tell you, I'm finally getting my braces off. Aah! Isn't this exciting? Why aren't you excited?
Matt: I have something to tell you.
Sue: Oh, no. What's wrong? Do you like me better with braces? I can keep 'em if you want. I really don't mind the swollen gums and the headaches.

Frankie: Ooh, Sue! Got you corn on the cob. I know you missed it.
Sue: This is the worst day ever.
Frankie: Oh, no. What happened?
Sue: Well, you know how I had an overbite-crossbite? Seems they overcorrected, and now I have an underbite-overbite.
Frankie: Is that even a thing?
Sue: The doctor said it's unprecedented. I'm devastated! This is a catastrophe! [lays down face-first on the couch] Ow, ow, ow. I can't even hurl myself!
Frankie: Oh, honey. It's not that bad. I'm sure it's... How many hours of the day do you have to wear this?
Sue: All of 'em.
Frankie: All of 'em, huh? Well, you know, you don't even notice it after a while, and... and if you wear your hair the right way...

Mike: [to Sue] Whoa. What'd they do to you? [Frankie shakes her head at Mike]
Sue: And this isn't even the worst thing. Matt's moving away.
Frankie: Oh, no. Really?
Mike: That means he won't be able to come around. And hang out here all the time any more? [Frankie shakes her head at Mike] What? I'm upset.
Sue: I'm going to my room. I think I'd just like to be alone with my thoughts, and plus, my lip is bleeding.
Frankie: Okay. We'll be in the kitchen if you need anything.
Mike: Ay-yi-yi.

Brick: Well, I took your advice, and I got a job.
Mike: You're giving Chinese massages?
Brick: No, underneath that. You're looking at the new paperboy at the Orson Herald.
Frankie: Oh, no. I don't think so, Brick. You're too young and too... You know, everything.
Brick: But you told me I should earn my own money.
Frankie: Yeah, figuring you'd give up. Look, Brick, a real job is a lot of responsibility.
Brick: I'll approach it with the same sense of responsibility I always do.
Frankie: That's what we're afraid of.

Frankie: [v.o.] So Brick was now a working stiff, and he attacked his new job with all the gusto that he attacked life.
[Brick places a newspaper down and makes sure it's square.]
[At another house, Brick attempts to get past the sprinklers and then gives up, putting the newspaper at the end of the path]
[At a third house, the homeowner opens his door to find Brick reading the paper on his porch. Brick holds up a finger for the man to wait a minute.]

Sue: Well, Matt and I just talked, and we decided our love cannot be killed. [Axl throws fruit at Sue's head] Axl! Anyway, even though he's moved away, we're both committed to maintaining a long-distance relationship. It's all very adult and romantic, like an Anne Hathaway movie.
Axl: Oh, my God. Are you hearing this? Get real, Sue. It's over. Matt's just the first of many guys who are gonna "move away."
Frankie: Axl.
Axl: Seriously, Mom, tell her she's delusional.

Sue: Axl, I need your phone.
Axl: Sha! Some hot chick must have got my number. She's texting me some pretty serious PG 13 stuff.
Sue: No, I need to tell you something.
Axl: Tell me how to spell "fondle" and then beat it.
Sue: Axl, those texts are from Matt.
Axl: Right. Matt's some hot chick who wants to do stuff to my stuff.
Sue: No, I used up all my monthly texts yesterday, so I told Matt to text me on your phone.
Axl: Oh, God. This is Matt? Uhh! That is so not cool. Brrr! Ugh! And tell him the picnic by the lake is off.

Axl: You guys have gotta do something about your daughter. You two are out driving around having fun while Sue's out there making a fool of herself. She's going around telling people that she and Matt are gonna be together forever. You gotta tell her the truth!
Frankie: Axl, look. You guys are getting older, and it's not our place to step in the middle of all your romantic dramas.
Axl: Oh, my God. That's the laziest parenting ever.