Sue: Okay. I'm thinking at the party, everyone will bake their own individual cakes. That means between you, me, Brad, Carly, and the Wrestlerettes, that'd be seven cakes. Ten if Dad, Axl, and Brick want to do it.
Mike: So seven.

Frankie: Thank you, Shorty's Pizza, for rolling back prices to the '50s.
Mike: [chuckles] I like the '50s. It's the only place I can afford.
Frankie: I feel a little guilty that they gave us all these extra pies when they saw us get into the church van. Although we do work with troubled teens.

Mike: It was Axl, wasn't it? Look, if you tell me the truth right now, there's a pair of mouse ears with your name on it.

Sue: The rock came through the window at 7:42.
Axl: It wasn't a car. It was a Vespa.
Sue: I'll pass it on to Brick.
Axl: Okay. Pass this on, too now there are worse things mom can do to your mouth than make food for it.

Brick: You know, lying is easier that I thought it would be, and I got ice cream.
Axl: Clearly, we've been playing it wrong all these years.
Sue: [mouth full] What do you mean?
Axl: What I mean is that together, we are awesome. But alone, only I am still awesome.
Brick: Huh?
Axl: They made a huge mistake when they had three kids. We outnumber them. So as long as we stick together, we get stronger, and they get weaker. There's nothing we can't do. We don't want to clean a garage this weekend? We don't like what's for dinner? We wanna sell Mom to a rich man? We can do it.
Frankie: [o.s.] Guys? Can you come out here, please?
Sue: Should we? What do you think?
Brick: Eh. Why not throw her a bone?

Frankie: O-o-okay. Y-you know what? That was just a practice spin to show how it works.
Axl: You can't change the rules!
Brick: That's not fair.
Frankie: Let's do it for real this time. Mike?
Mike: Yeah. Round and round and round she goes. Where she stops, no... birthday party.
Sue: Again? No! It's rigged!
Frankie: It's not rigged, Sue. Then how come the wheel of pain always lands on me?
Mike: Tonight, or life in general?
Frankie: Okay. This is the one that really counts. No more do-overs.
Mike: [blows air] Round and round, and, uh... You get it.
Sue: [screams] No!

Frankie: You should have heard 'em, Mike. Saying that I don't follow through. That I'm a toothless old tiger. Does that sound like me? [off Mike's look] What, you don't think I have follow-through? I have follow-through. I get tired, okay? They wear me down.
Mike: So this time, stick to your guns. Show 'em the tiger still has teeth.
Frankie: But it's Sue's Sweet 16. I can't take that away from her.
Mike: Then why'd you make the threat?
Frankie: 'Cause we're not allowed to hit 'em.
Mike: If you didn't want to take away Sue's party, you never should have put it on the wheel of pain.
Frankie: I was just so sure it was gonna land on Axl. I kind of made his slice a little bigger. [sighs] What if it was the Glossners, and I'm punishing Sue for nothing? [exhales] Okay. I won't cave.

Frankie: Mike, I think I figured it out.
Mike: You know, it just hit me I own a lot of plaid. Sorry. What?

Frankie: Fine, Mike, have it your way. Oh, Sue's right here. Go ahead. Tell her. Tell her what you just told me.
Sue: Tell me what?
Frankie: Well, apparently, your father thinks that I'm being unreasonable, and that you should have your party, and it doesn't seem to matter what I say.
Sue: Really?
Frankie: Yep. He said a girl's Sweet 16 is just too important to take away.
Sue: He did?
Frankie: Mm-hmm. Personally, I think follow-through is more important, 'cause I'm all about the follow-through. But your dad's overruling me, I guess.
Mike: Yep. When I see a wrong, I right it.
Sue: [screams and hugs Mike] Aha! Ha ha! Oh-ho! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I love you so much, Dad! [flatly] Mother.

Brad: That's right, Sue. For your gift, you, me, and my mom have rear mezzanine seats to see Debbie Reynolds in Sugar Babies!
Sue: [screams] I don't know what that is, but it sounds amazing! Thanks, Brad!
Carly: I know this sounds bad, but I hope your mom's vertigo comes back so I can go.