Frankie: I don't know what you're talking about. She looks fine to me.
Gene: I'm sorry. The theater... She is a cruel mistress. You understand, right?
Frankie: No. No, I don't understand. My daughter is a person with hopes and feelings, and... [lowered voice] I was told everybody gets in.
Gene: It's true. All the kids get in. However, all the kids don't necessarily stay in.
Frankie: Well, you could have put that in the flyer. [sighs] Please. You don't get it. She never makes anything. You can't tell her this. She'll be crushed.
Gene: Oh, wow. You're right.
Frankie: That's why you should be the one to tell her.

Mike: Damn it, Frankie. I knew asking my brother was a bad idea. This is your parents' fault for going on that stupid cyber cruise. They're old. Why do they gotta learn new stuff?

Frankie: Oh, hey, Sue. Do you got a minute?
Sue: I was just gonna go run my line.
Frankie: Oh, I think that can wait. Listen, honey, I have some terrible news.
Sue: Grandma died?
Frankie: No. No, but keep that in perspective as to what terrible news really is. Listen, Ggene talked to me last night, and he said he was really sorry, but unfortunately... [sighs] You're off the play.
Sue: What?! Why?
Frankie: I guess there were some complaints that your eyes were more interesting to watch than the lead performance. Oh, I'm really sorry, honey. Oh, it stinks.

Sue: Oh, my God. I can't believe we're not in the play.
Frankie: Uh, yeah, well... That's not exactly true.
Sue: So we are doing the play?
Frankie: No, we're not.
Sue: So we're off the play.
Frankie: No, no. That's not it.
Sue: So we're on the play.
Frankie: We're not.
Sue: We're not?
Frankie: Right. We're not.
Sue: What?
Mike: Your mom's in. You're out. Just say it.
Frankie: Thank you, Mike. I was getting there!

Sue: What? But you're gonna quit, right?
Frankie: Well, quitting is certainly something that I could do, although I am the strongest voice of all the Ozians... [sighs] And it is for charity, but if you really want me to quit, then I...
Sue: I want you to quit.
Frankie: Okay, well, let's not jump into any rash decisions. Just sleep on it, and if you still want me to quit in the morning, I will.
[the next morning:]
Sue: I want you to quit.
Frankie: You know, it's still too soon to really know how you feel. Let's give it another day.
[the next day:]
Sue: I want you to quit.
Frankie: Let's be super, super sure.
[another day:]
Man: [over PA] Frankie, you have a call on line one. Sue wants you to quit.

Frankie: Why do I have to quit? Just 'cause Sue has stupid crazy eyes? Maybe I don't wanna quit.
Mike: So don't quit.
Frankie: Yeah, sure. Right. I won't quit, and then I'll be the worst mother in the world. Oh! You know, it's not fair. I'm really loving it, Mike. The people there are so nice to me, and I get to wear these pretty costumes, and they bring me tea. Nothing has made me this happy in years.
Mike: No offense taken.
Frankie: [sighs] And they like my voice. The last time I sang in the car, the kids threw Cheetos at me.
Mike: Wow. Must have really hated it to give up Cheetos.

Frankie: Why do I always have to make the sacrifice just 'cause I'm the mom?
Mike: Frankie, you work hard. If you've found something that makes you happy, you should stick with it.
Frankie: I know, right?
Mike: And she's not a kid anymore. If Sue's upset, well, that's life. She'll bounce back. It's not like she hasn't had any practice.
Frankie: That's true.
Mike: And even if you do quit, it's not gonna help her any. She's still off the play.
Frankie: Oh, that's good. I gotta write that one down. You know, if you really think about it, if I'm in the play...
Then Sue's in the play.
Mike: Yeah, don't go with that one.

Frankie: Hey. Thought you could use a snack.
Sue: Now is Grandma dead?
Frankie: She's fine, but speaking of Grandma... Well, you know, that reminds me of a funny story. When I was little, your grandma and I decided it would be fun to get matching mother-daughter dresses, so we went shopping all over town looking for the right ones, and finally, we found the perfect dress, but they only had one, and it fit Grandma, but it didn't fit me.
Sue: Oh.
Frankie: Anyway, Grandma got the dress, and I was so happy.
Sue: She bought the dress?
Frankie: Well, yeah, but she looked so beautiful in it.
Sue: She wore it in front of you?
Frankie: Of course, but you're missing the point. Grandma was so happy, and I was happy because she was happy.
Sue: I don't understand why you didn't keep shopping until you found dresses in both your sizes.
Frankie: No, no, no, no, no. I was happy because she...
Sue: But isn't that the point of mother-daughter dresses, to get the same dress?
Frankie: Yeah, but...
Sue: Gosh. Who knew grandma was so selfish? I am so glad you're my mom and not her.

Frankie: [v.o.] Okay, I'm done. There's no way I'm telling her. So I stayed in the play and just... fudged the truth a little bit.
Frankie: Wow. Busy night. I've gotta go to the bank and the cleaners, and I should probably go to the drug store, 'cause I've had this headache for, like, five days. It's not a throbbing, like, "wah-wah" headache, you know. It's more of a dull, constant "eh," so I'll probably be gone 2 hours, 45 minutes.

Frankie: Bye, guys. Gotta go. Taking Aunt Ginny to the movies. Of course, she calls it, the picture show. [laughs] [exits]
Sue: Isn't it nice how good mom is to the aunts? [Axl scoffs and chuckles] What?
Axl: You cannot be that big of an idiot. You really have no idea where mom's going?
Sue: No.
Axl: [throws coins at Sue] Think! Bob's been picking her up all week. She's been humming stupid songs all around the house. Last night she came home with green glitter in her hair.
Sue: Oh. Stop it!
Axl: That's right, Sue. Mom's still in the play. [gasps]
Sue: What?!