Frankie: [types on keyboard] "Frankie1234." [sighs] "Colin Firth." Hmm. [clicks tongue] "Mrs. Frankie Firth?" Yes! I should write that down. Eh. Nah, I'll remember.

Brick: [sighs] That was the longest day of my life. Which is ironic, seeing as I was only there for 47 minutes.
Frankie: Oh, no. What happened?
Brick: Well, because I missed the first four days of school, I have no idea what we're studying, and neither do the assorted ne'er-do-wells who share the back row with me. My options for gym shorts were either adult large or a youth extra-small. Oh, and I have to play Hitler in the school play.

Axl: [yawns] Hey, Brick. [clears throat] I think I broke Dad today. Have you noticed he's been, like, slowing down a little lately?
Brick: Hmm. I don't know. I mean, he does seem to moan more when he sits down. And last week, he increased my allowance so I would tie his shoes.
Axl: [inhales sharply] I beat him for the first time in basketball the other day, and, uh, it felt so good. But then I beat him two more times, and it didn't feel as good. Do you think that's weird?
Brick: I know you don't pay that much attention to me, but I'm not really a sports person.
Axl: [scoffs] It's not just a sports thing, Brick. I-I'm not supposed to beat Dad at anything.
Brick: Why?
Axl: 'Cause Dad's Dad. He's like, you know, all powerful and stuff.
Brick: So why don't you just let him win?
Axl: Well, 'cause if I let him win, he'll think I feel sorry for him, and he'll feel even worse. If I'm gonna play him, I got to try my hardest, and if I try my hardest, I will beat him. See, this is where my awesomeness works against me.

Sue: Aah! This was supposed to be The Year of Sue. [breathes heavily] I'm missing everything. I missed my first last Monday of my senior year. I missed my first last Tuesday of my senior year. I missed my first...
Frankie: We know how a calendar works, Sue.
Mike: Apparently, we don't.

Mike: Hey. Take another shot at the old man before you head back to school? Your school didn't start already, did it?
Axl: No, but yours did, 'cause you just got into the school of Axl where you'll be majoring in getting your butt kicked with a minor in humiliation.
Mike: Uh-oh! [ball bounces] Little late in the summer for a block party, isn't it? Go.
Frankie: [v.o.] Mike wasn't the kind of dad who'd let his kids win at anything.
[flashback to Mike hitting a young Axl in the face with a ping pong ball:]
Mike: 7-0. That's called a skunk, my friend.
[flashback to Mike playing Connect 4 with a young Axl:]
Mike: Hey, dummy, I win. See? Right here.

Dr. Niller: There's my star patient. How you doing, Sue?
Sue: Pretty good, except...
Dr. Niller: And there's mom. How's mom doing?
Frankie: Well...
Dr. Niller: Okay. Let's take a look. Open for me.
Sue: Uh-huh.
Dr. Niller: Looks very good.
Sue: Uh-huh.
Dr. Niller: No, I mean it. This is exactly what I've been hoping to see today. The incisors are finally in the right place, the premolars are rotated beautifully.
Sue: [muffled] Well, I have been wearing my rubber bands.
Dr. Niller: I've got to tell you, Sue, this is precisely what we've been waiting for. There's only one thing left to say. [Sue squeals] I'll see you in three months. [Sue screeches]

Sue: Guys, you're staring at me.
Mike: Sorry, but the last time I saw you without braces, you were 9 years old. You're just so beautiful.
Sue: Oh, Dad. [chuckles] I'm just the same old Sue.
Axl: I'm trying to think of an insult, and I-I can't.
Frankie: Okay. Throw out whatever you got for dinner, 'cause we are having a special meal to celebrate. We got whatever Sue wanted... Taffy, caramel, caramel apples, jelly beans.
Sue: Oh, kettle corn, candy corn, and last but not least [singsong voice] bit-o-honey.
Frankie: And remember, you got to have some greens, so everybody take a jolly rancher.

Brick: Isn't this great? It fits everything... my books, my gym clothes, some candy from last night's dinner, a hairdryer in case someone gives me a swirly. [sighs] So, what do you think, Mom? Did I nail it? [Brick seals his guitar case]
Frankie: Yeah, it's fine.
Brick: Yep. It's the perfect bag for me.
[As Brick tries to lift the guitar case off the table, it falls to the floor. Brick instead drags it behind him.]

Brick: What do you think? Mom carried me in this. Well, actually, it was the Fergusons' baby, but... I can access my snacks through the leg holes.
Axl: I thought you were using the guitar case.
Brick: Actually, there was a slight snag with the guitar case.
[flashback to the guitar case sliding down the stairs at school before splitting open on the floor. A crowd of kids gathers to rummage through the candy.]

Mike: Frankie, what the hell is going on? Why did Niller take them off if he knew she wasn't ready? He- He recommended this?!
Frankie: Recommended-ish.
Mike: This is nuts! The guy's building a lake house with our money, and our daughter ends up like this? I'm going down there.
Frankie: You can't.
Mike: Why can't I?
Sue: Mom forced him to take them off!
Mike: What?!
Frankie: Forced-ish.
Sue: Dr. Niller said that my bones are spongy so I was gonna have to wait another three months, and then Mom yelled at him, so he took them off anyway.
Frankie: Well, I was trying to get you your Year of Sue. Oh, sure, everybody wants their year, but nobody wants to get their hands dirty.