Axl: My God. Even with the windows down, I can still smell it. Sue, I thought you didn't bring your "poo-pourri."
Sue: I didn't. It's just a part of my body now.

Sue: Oh. [gasps] Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I got an e-mail. It's from Notre Dame.
Frankie: Oh, yeah?
Sue: Mm-hmm.
Frankie: Well, no reason not to open it now. [chuckles] I guess. If you want.
Sue: Okay. Here goes. [computer dings] Buffering, buffering, buffering, buffering. Why don't we have faster Internet?! Still buffering. Pop-up for male enhancement. Still waiting. [computer chimes] Okay. Here goes.
Hmm. Okay. It's a no. Okay, well, that's okay. That's one I didn't really expect to get into, anyway.
Frankie: Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's what we figured. We knew that. Still lots of other schools to hear from. [chuckles] The next one will be a yes.
Sue: Yeah.
[Frankie goes into the backyard and screams to the heavens before throwing a deck chair]
Frankie: [v.o.] So clearly, I was a mess. I think I tweaked my elbow throwing that chair, and just when I was all set to go to Curves.

Frankie: Maybe you'd be more comfortable in your bedroom.
Axl: Uh, I'm in my bedroom.
Mike: I'll make it simple for you. If the bed's not out of here by tomorrow, I'm taking your car.
Axl: Why? Looking for another concert venue? [laughter]
Mike: Okay. That's the last one.
Frankie: Aw.
Mike: You're done. Not another word about it.

Mike: It's not like I go around singing all the time. It was just a stress reliever, something to blow off some steam. This whole Sue college thing is making me nuts.
Frankie: Aha! I knew it! You're going around, acting like you're Mr. "Oh, I'm a big tree with no feelings," and you are just as nervous as I am.
Mike: A rejection and a wait list? That's not good, Frankie. [Frankie sighs] Why can't it be good news? She doesn't deserve this.
Frankie: Hey, the next one's gonna be yes. [sighs] It's got to be, right?
Mike: I don't know. [sighs] It's a lot harder than when we were trying to get into school. Colleges get a lot more applications now.
Frankie: Ugh. That's true.
Mike: And they might take a kid that doesn't need financial aid over one that does.
Frankie: Oh, my God. I didn't even think about that.
Mike: Mm-hmm.
Frankie: Ugh. Thanks for not telling me before. I really would have lost it.
Mike: That was you not losing it? I just really want this for her.

Axl: Sue, move.
Sue: I'm checking my e-mail.
Axl: Well, hurry up. We're eating dinner in here, and I have to set the table. Spoons only.

Sue: Oh, my God. East Indiana State.
Brick: That first sentence was my "to kill a mockingbird." [indistinct conversations]
Sue: [screams]
Frankie: What?! What is it?! What is it?!
Sue: [stammering]
Frankie: What? What? What? Are you happy or sad? Happy or sad? What is it?
Sue: Eastern... Eastern Indiana State.
Frankie: Okay, wait. Wait. Wait. What's it say? Wait. Wait. Wait.
Brick: Somebody read it.
Frankie: Sh-she's in. She's in! [all celebrate]
Sue: Aah!
Mike: That's my girl!

Frankie: It's kind of nice to lie in bed and watch the big TV.
Mike: And the kitchen's not far away, either.
Frankie: Mm. Just think... a few more years, Brick will be off to college, too, and this will all be ours.
Mike: Mm.

Frankie: We've got two kids in college, a novelist, and we're drinking in the dining-room bed. We're doing something right. [Mike chuckles] [they clink glasses]