Debra: You know, the car seems to have some problems.
Frank: Oh, the car doesn't have problems, sweetheart. It has character.
Debra: Well, you know, a part of its character is that it doesn't start.
Frank: What did you do? Flood it?
Debra: No.
Frank: Well, look, you got to treat it right. You have to fiddle with it. Like the heater, you got to slide the thing all the way to cool first and then really jam it back to heat. Trust me, I'm very good with machines. [to Marie] Still punching the dough, loser?
Marie: [pounding dough] Guess who I'm thinking about?
Debra: You know, Frank, it's not just the heater. The mechanic seems to think it's going to need some major repairs.
Frank: There's your problem, right there. You're talking to mechanics. [bread maker dings] I think I'm baking already. Ah, I love the smell of fresh bread in the morning. Smells like victory.