Frankie: [v.o.] First a busted dryer, now a busted kid. I needed to sell a car now more than ever. And if Ehlert caught me sneaking in and out, he'd nail my keister to his wall.
Pete: Well, Mr. Ehlert was looking for you, Frankie. Where you been?
Frankie: Here. Right here. Just, uh, working with this fine woman who's interested in this fine car.
Gail: Actually, I am interested in this car.
Frankie: Get outta town.
Gail: But I was just wondering if a convertible is too wild for me.
Frankie: Are you kidding me? Wild on the outside, but dependable on the inside. Yeah, you know what? I consider myself a matchmaker...
Man: [over PA] Frankie, call on line one.
Frankie: For people and vehicles...
Man: [over PA] It's your husband.
Frankie: And you look like the type of person...
Man: [over PA] He sounds pretty mad. He's at Axl's school. He needs you to go back and pick up Brick.
Frankie: Oh, come on! No, he is supposed to pick up Brick! Axl is at football until 5:00! Tell him to read his damn thermos!
Gail: Oh, look, look, I can always come back another day.
Frankie: No!
Gail: No, I'm a mom, too. I know what it's like. [Frankie hugs her]