Frankie: "Sol once asked me to wear a di-do."
Grace: "That's worse."
Brianna: "Why don't you start with, 'Do you know where poop comes from?'"
Brianna: "Great talk, Dad."
Frankie: "...who you are. Ironic, isn't it."
Grace: "I was happy enough. So we didn't have the romance of the century. But I thought we were normal. I thought we were like everybody else. I thought this was life."
Robert: "And I thought there was more."
Grace: "I don't know. Not talking is your forte."
Frankie: "Well, good job picking the worst way imaginable."
Sol: "Well, it's been... I don't know exactly."
Robert: "Twenty years."
Frankie: "Think there was a better time to tell us this? Like, say, any time over the last two decades?"