Frankie: Hello? Hello? Can you hear me? Oh, damn it. Come on! Can you hear me?
Frankie: [v.o.] Some people call this the middle of nowhere... You know, one of those places you fly over on your way from somewhere to somewhere else, but you wouldn't live here.
Airline Steward: Folks, right now we're flying over the great state of Indiana, if you'd like to take a look. [nobody looks]
Frankie: [v.o.] Well, look down next time, and you'll see us down here in the middle... Orson, Indiana, heart of the heartland, proud home of Little Betty Snack Cakes, the demolition derby for the homeless and the world's largest polyurethane cow. So how'd I end up in the middle of the road in this getup?
Frankie: Here? No. Bars! I got bars.
Frankie: [v.o.] Guess it all started a couple of weeks ago, and no, I'm not an actual superhero, not unless you count getting my kids out the door for school every morning.