Morgan: Is that a chicken?
Frankie: Oh, sorry. That's Brick's chick. It's running around the house somewhere. We can't find it.
Brick: He's right here. I found him this morning.
Mike: Brick, get that thing off the table. Come on.
Brick: Look, he imprinted on me. He follows me everywhere. Come on. [Frankie laughs] See?

Frankie: Brick wasn't getting a lot of sleep either. At first he loved being a mom to a baby chick... but like all new parents, the novelty wore off pretty quick.
Brick: [holding a bag of seed] It's coming, it's coming. It doesn't pour itself, you know. [cheeping]
[cut to Brick arriving home from school where the chick is waiting for him]
Brick: I just got home. Just give me a second to get a juice and then I'll play with you. [cheeping]
[cut to the chick cheeping outside the bathroom door:]
Brick: [o.s.] Can I get one minute to myself?

Sue: Morgan?
Morgan: Yeah?
Sue: I just want to tell you that I know you're the head cheerleader, and I tried out for cheerleading also, but the day before tryouts, I dropped a big rock on my toe.
Morgan: Oh, well, maybe next year.
Sue: Really? Thanks. [gasps] Mom, Morgan thinks I should try out for cheerleading.

Frankie: [v.o.] I couldn't believe I'd said it either, but the truth is, after I said it, I felt good.
Morgan: All right. Let me just get my purse out of Axl's room. Come on.
Frankie: [v.o.] Maybe it was because in the light of day, all my fears just seemed silly. Mike was right. They were only 16. And what was so wrong with Morgan? She's got my son speaking Chinese and eating vegetables. That's not exactly robbing banks and stealing cattle. What was I so worried about?
Morgan: [o.s.] A picnic? It's not exactly what I felt like doing today.
Axl: [o.s.] Tell me about it.
Morgan: [o.s.] I'd rather hang out at my house. My parents are more fun. [Frankie gasps]
Axl: [o.s.] I know, but what am I supposed to do?
Morgan: [o.s.] Fine. We'll go this once. But the next time your parents ask us to do something, you're making up an excuse.
[As Frankie steps out of the bathroom, Axl and Morgan come out of his room]
Morgan: All ready. This is gonna be a blast.
Frankie: Yay!
Frankie: [v.o.] There better be booze at this thing.

Bob: I can't believe you picked me as your partner.
Frankie: [v.o.] Yep, after days of worrying about payback for stealing Pete's customer, it looked like Bob was finally in the clear.
Bob: Ah! That's tight.
Pete: Yes, it is. I don't want you getting away, because I know you stole my customer, you little fink.

Frankie: Just relax. It's gonna be okay. We'll find your egg.
Brick: I already looked everywhere.
Frankie: You've looked everywhere, but have you smelled everywhere? Start sniffing. Ugh. Who even drinks buttermilk?
Brick: Mom, something stinks over here.
Frankie: Oh, false alarm. Axl's tennis shoes.
Brick: Oof.
Frankie: Ugh! Keep sniffing.