Frank: Honey, look at this. For only $8.95 a month we can join the wild game meat of the month club.
Carol: Wild Game? You mean like deer and buffalo?
Frank: Oh not just that. Listen, we can get moose, bear, badger, otter and look at that...beaver.
Carol: Frank, I am not eating anything that builds a damn.
Frank: Fine, but when you see how juicy my badger burgers are, I'm not sharing.
(Carol and Mark talk about his 13th birthday)
Carol: OK Mark, what kinda party do you want?
Mark: A boy-girl party, with lots of girls.
Frank: Yeah, he's thirteen.
Dana: Auto shop? No, auto shop is not a class. It's a holding cell for criminals until they get out of high school.
(Carol catches Frank letting Mark shave)
Carol: Oh my god, Mark, what are you doing?
Mark: Man stuff, Mom. Chicks...you gotta explain everything to them.
Mark: (Mark singing) I'm too sexy for my Mom. I'm too sexy for my house. I'm too sexy for my street.
Marissa: Hi, Mark.
Mark: Oh hi, come on in. I was on my way to surprise you and instead you surprise me. Mom, this is Marissa. Marissa this is my Mom.
(Marissa and Carol exchange smiles)
Marissa: Mark, I came over...
Mark: ...I know you came over to thank me for the flowers. Forget it. There's plenty more where that came from.
Marissa: Actually... I came over to return them.
Mark: Return them? Why?
Marissa: Well... It wouldn't be right to keep them. 'Cause I kinda like somebody else.
Mark: But, I thought you were my girlfriend. I mean, we kissed and everything.
Marissa: Mark, the bottle pointed at you, so I kissed you. Those are kinda the rules.
Mark: Right. The rules.
Marissa: Well, I better go. Thanks for inviting me to your party. Bye.
(Dana slides under the car to change the oil)
JT: OH, you know, Dana. I'm really enjoying this. I've always dreamed of you being under a car. Well, of course, I was driving it.