Phoebe: Oh, God, last time I babysat them, they did the funniest thing.
Frank Jr.: I haven't slept in four years.
Phoebe: That's a long time.
Frank Jr.: You just don't know how hard it is, Phoebe. There's just so many of them. You know, two I could handle. Two's great. You just hold one in each hand. Well, what do I do when the third one runs at me with his bike helmet on? I got no more hands to protect my area. There's three of them, Phoebe. Three.
Phoebe: Yeah, I know, Frank. I counted them when they were coming out of my area.