Frankie: [v.o.] Peer pressure. It can lead you to do stupid things. Sometimes you smoke, sometimes you drive too fast, and sometimes you get stuck gluing flowers onto an old, rusty station wagon after a whole day's work trying to sell old, rusty station wagons.
Nancy: Looking good, Frankie. Thanks so much for helping out with the homecoming float.
Frankie: Aw, hey, we're neighbours. It's not like I can just screen your phone calls, right? You see me in my driveway. [both laugh]

Nancy: So... you ready for Friday?
Frankie: Oh, I'm always ready for Friday. Usually around 9:00 A.M. Monday morning. Am I right?
Nancy: What about Axl? Is he nervous for the big test?
Frankie: Test? Oh, I don't know. He hasn't seemed nervous.
Paula: My son is a wreck.
Darrin's Mom: The PSATS are a huge deal.
Frankie: Wait, what? The PSATS?
Darrin's Mom: Darrin's been prepping for months.
Nancy: Oh, Sean, too. We bought all the practice books.
Frankie: Okay, 57 messages about decorating a float, not one about the PSATS... Just saying.

Paula: Come on, let's not freak Frankie out. I mean, the PSATS aren't the only thing that help a kid get into college. That's why Greg volunteered in the Gulf last summer, cleaning the oil off baby pelicans.
Nancy: Oh. And Sean interned at the capitol.
Frankie: Okay, come on, guys. They're juniors. Isn't this all a little nuts? I mean, we didn't do any of this stuff when we were kids, right?
Nancy: Oh, it's much different now. Did you hear about what happened to Doug Hornburg? He did everything right. Great grades, community service, nailed his SATS. He applied to ten schools and didn't get into one. Now he lives at home and works for the city, picking up dead animals.

Mike: Go ahead, Sue. Tell your mom what you just told me in the car.
Sue: Well, after considering all my choices for all the teams I could join in high school, I've decided to try out for cheerleading. [screams] I know what you're thinking. I'm a cross-country person. That's what I'm known for. But X.C. isn't the only sport in the world, and the whole point of high school is that it's a fresh start. No one is gonna judge me on my past. Everyone is gonna judge me on my cheerleading talent alone.
Mike: She keeps saying that like it's a good thing.
Frankie: I think what your dad means is, there are so many other teams to try out for. If you only go out for cheerleading, you might miss out on something more... you know, makeable.
Sue: I'm going for it, Mom. After all, you always tell me I should aim high! [walks off]
Mike: Did you say that to her?
Frankie: Does it sound like something I would say?

Brad: It wasn't that bad. It was pretty standard bullying.
Frankie: Wait. What does that mean? What happened?
[flashback to Brick's legs sticking out of a trash can]
Mike: He put you in the trash?
Brick: It's okay. I know how to get myself out.
[flashback to Brick toppling the trash can, dusting himself off and whistling as he walks away]
Brick: I don't mind it that much. Sometimes when I'm in the trash, I get a little light-headed, but today I did find half a banana in there.
Frankie: Brick! How many times have I told you we don't eat out of the garbage?
Brick: I saw you eat cake out of it once.
Frankie: [quietly] I gave you a dollar not to talk about that.

Frankie: Well, that could not have gone better. I got to tell you, I am really impressed with the way the school handled that whole situation.
Mike: Yeah? Well, I think it stinks.
Frankie: What meeting were you at? I mean, we were in and out of there in 20 minutes. They handled everything. She even said it was a pleasure speaking to us. A pleasure, Mike. We're a pleasure. How are you not overjoyed right now?
Mike: My kid's been living in a trash can for the past two weeks. Give me some room. I'll do a cartwheel.
Frankie: Mike, he was the victim of a bully. Finally we're the parents of the victim and not the perp. This is a good day.

Frankie: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Come here, come here. I feel like I've dropped the ball on this whole college thing, so we really need to get ahead of the game, and not just with the PSATS. So come on. Let's talk. All right? So... what are your goals?
Axl: I don't know. What were your goals?
Frankie: I wanted to live in a tiny house and sell cars. We're not talking about me.

Frankie: No, Axl, this is what I'm talking about. You have to change your attitude. You want your whole life to be like that dream where you show up for the test and you forgot to study?
Axl: What dream?
Frankie: Oh, come on. Everybody's had the "I forgot to study" dream. How could you have not had that dream?
Axl: Uh, 'cause I'm not a nerd? Most of my dreams involve a flying dragon that's trying to eat the house, but then I ride him to the moon, and we jam out on our guitars.
Frankie: That's what you dream about? Jamming dragons?
Axl: Mm.
Frankie: You know what I dream about? Paying bills and feeding you people and, very occasionally, Colin Firth, but you should be dreaming about college and...

Sue: Three minutes left with the possibility of being a cheerleader. This is so exciting. In three minutes, will my life stay the same, or will it get so much better?
Axl: I predict it will get worse, and when it does, Brick owes me 5 bucks.
Mike: Hey, I said, no side bets.

Frankie: [v.o.] So the next morning, Sue woke up a cheerleader, and I've got to say, it was a little weird.
Sue: Hey, hey. What do you say? I say today's gonna be a great day! Ooh.
[Sue grabs a pastry out of the toaster]
Brick: Hey, that's mine. It's the last French toast dipper.
Sue: But, Brick, I'm a cheerleader now. I need my dippers to keep my spirit up.
Brick: Okay.
Mike: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Don't just roll over and let her take that. That's your dipper.
Sue: You know what? I should probably be eating some sort of cheerleader breakfast anyway. What do they eat? I mean, we eat. [screams]