Dana: (needs to interview a family member for school) Mark?
Mark: Sorry, sis, but I'm going through puberty. There are things going on in my mind that should not be aired in public!
Frank: Okay, JT, here's how it goes. You either go to some type of school, or you get a job. If you don't, you start paying rent.
JT: Rent?!? But you're my dad!
Frank: Only until you're 18—then I'm your landlord.
Karen: (making sausages for breakfast) Do you want one, Cody?
Cody: Oh, no, not for me. I had one of those once, and they went straight through me like a herd of buffalo!
Karen: Maybe I'll just have an apple instead...
Carol: Boy, J.T., you know, I'm really proud of you. I mean, maybe your dad's right. Maybe college isn't for you.
J.T.: Well, I'm thinking of going part-time to take a couple business classes, maybe take some math...
J.T.: Hey, when you put dollar signs in front of those numbers, they really start making sense.
The title is a play on Arthur Miller's Death of a Salesman.