Debra: Hey, Frank. [Frank throws a snowball] Nice shot.
Frank: Back in the day, I could take out the window of a milk truck at 30 yards.
Debra: Hey, listen, I'm sorry about what I said before. I really didn't mean it.
Frank: Eh, don't worry about it.
Debra: No, I was mad about our trip, and I hurt your feelings. If it's any consolation, it's been horrible in there since you left.
Frank: Oh, yeah?
Debra: Yeah.
Frank: You know, I guess I got mad 'cause I always thought it was you and me against all of them in there.
Debra: What?
Frank: I- I mean, like, you and me, we're not like them. You know?
Debra: Oh, yeah. I guess. Maybe...
Frank: No, trust me, we're not like them. They're loonies.