Frankie: I have got to fix this. Sue has to stand up for herself. If this isn't worth the fight, Mike, I don't know what is. Hey, Sue! Get in here! You know what this is? A teachable moment. I saw that on Oprah. Or Project Runway or something. I don't remember, but it's teachable.

Sue: Hi, Mr. Ehlert. Would you like to help...
Mr. Ehlert: No. Frances, you forgot to make coffee again. You got me walking like an idiot with a donut and nothing to dunk it in.
Frankie: Mr. Ehlert, how come I'm the one who's always asked to make the coffee? I'm beginning to think it's because I'm a woman.
Mr. Ehlert: Heh, of course it's because you're a woman! The day I start telling men to make coffee for women, you have my permission to put a bullet in my head. [chuckles]

Frankie: [v.o.] Unfortunately, I could believe it. This was Sue's whole life in a nutshell. She tries and tries and never gets any recognition. It's like people don't even see her.
[flashback to a teacher taking attendance:]
Teacher: Sue Heck?
Sue: Here.
Teacher: Sue Heck?
Sue: Here.
Teacher: Okay, not here.
[flashback to the cafeteria:]
Cafeteria Worker: Pizza or fish?
Sue: Pizza, please. [he puts fish on her tray] Oh, okay.
[flashback to Sue's classmates singing Happy Birthday to her in class:]
All: [singing] Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you Happy birthday dear... [all mutter indistinctly] Happy birthday to you [Sue sighs]

Frankie: Then Sue turns to me and says: "Eh, it's not worth the fight."
Mike: Well, that's your fault. She gets that from you.
Frankie: I said it once.
Mike: You say it all the time.
Frankie: I do not.
[flashback:]
Frankie: Hey, we don't wear flip-flops to church.
Axl: Jesus wore sandals.
Frankie: Eh, it's not worth the fight.
[flashback:]
Frankie: [on the phone] I'm not paying $6 a month for other fees unless you can tell me what those fees are. No, don't transfer me to India. Don't transfer me... Eh, it's not worth the fight.
[flashback:]
Mike: Well, the kids are asleep. So...
Frankie: [sighs] Honey, I am so exhausted. Eh, it's not worth the fight.

Sue: Am I in trouble?
Frankie: Sue. I want you to march into that school, talk to who's ever in charge and get yourself on that trip.
Sue: I don't know. Mr. Perez, the teacher, is kind of weird. Someone said they saw him crying in the parking lot.
Frankie: It doesn't matter. You can't just be invisible, Sue. You've gotta stand up and fight for what's yours. I don't always do that, but I've had kids. I'm tired.

Frankie: I've got your number, Mr. Perez. You never had any intention of looking into this now, did you?
Mr. Perez: For your information, I called the company. They had no record of Sue Heck selling anything.
Frankie: That is baloney. Nobody ever has a record of Sue. But I was there. She counted the orders, we mailed in those checks, and she is getting on that bus! Go. Go.
Mr. Perez: I'm sorry. I can't allow that.
Sue: Oh, okay.
Frankie: Get back on that bus, Sue.
Sue: Okay.
Mr. Perez: No.
Frankie: You should be ashamed of yourself. You're gonna penalize this innocent young girl because you and that stupid company can't get your acts together? What kind of message are you sending to our young people? That hard work doesn't pay off? Because that's what she's hearing, loud and clear. Yeah. Congratulations. We just lost another teen to cynicism. So are you gonna let my daughter get on or not?
Mr. Perez: Eh, it's not worth the fight.
[After Sue climbs on the bus and takes a seat at the back, Frankie returns to her car and waves. As Frankie pulls down the sun visor above her seat, a red envelope falls down. Sue watches, alarmed, as a puzzled Frankie inspects the envelope just as the school bus starts to drive away]
Frankie: [v.o.] Oh, God. I thought I mailed Sue's envelope. I really did. I gotta stop putting crap up there.

Mike: I don't know what to tell you, Brick. Women are complicated. They're not simple and straightforward like us guys.
Axl: Yeah. I only got two thoughts in my head, driving and sex. [off Mike's look] Oh, grades. I mean, driving and grades.

Sue: It was a disaster! Because you forgot to mail in the envelope, my name wasn't on any of the lists! I had to sleep on the floor in the hotel. They didn't have tickets to any of the museums! I missed the state government in action! And a junior guidance counselor had to sit outside with me everywhere because legally I couldn't be left alone! Well, I'm not invisible to Miss Glover now! Oh, no, she hates me! This is all your fault!
Frankie: [v.o.] There it was, Sue found her voice. And boy, was it loud.
Sue: I didn't deserve this. I strongly suggest... No. Demand that you make it up to me!
Frankie: [v.o.] Yeah. My girl was a fighter. She was gonna be fine. And all the cheese and sausage in the world, doesn't make you feel prouder than that.

Frankie: [v.o.] Here in the middle, we have a long tradition of kids raising money for their school by hitting up their neighbors to buy crap they don't want or need. Following in that great tradition, Sue was selling cheese and sausage for Orson Junior High.
Sue: Four exciting varieties of sausage to match whatever sausage mood you may find yourself in.
Frankie: [v.o.] I think what makes Sue such a good seller is that she can take rejection. Probably because she's had so much practice.
Sue: [as the man closes his front door] Or maybe you'd prefer our "Show Your Love With Cheese" cheese ball with faux granite cutting board. I'll just wait here at the door a while in case you change your mind.
Frankie: [v.o.] Let me tell you, when it comes to selling cheese and sausage, Sue was driven. She was driven by Mike all over Indiana.
Mike: Hey, hey!
Frankie: [v.o.] Mike took her to Terre Haute. They went to Gary. She hit almost every county in the state. Because if she sells $3000 worth, she wins a free trip all the way to Indianapolis.

Frankie: So it's okay to sell your stuff, Sue, but remember, this is a place of business. People are busy. [man yawns]
Sue: Oh, hey, Bob. Um, would you like to help my school and send me on a trip to the state capital by buying some delicious...
Bob: I'll take 10.
Sue: Really? Oh, my God! That's great!
Bob: I love food you don't have to refrigerate. Fridges just tie you down. That's why I just have a hot plate and a PO box.
Sue: Okay, that'll be $284.
Bob: What? Are you...? Ehlert. Just casually scatter.