Mike: It's not sweet. It's not anything. Give me that tape.
Frankie: No! I love this tape. You even made up your own lyrics to 38 Special for me. You said I was your angel from above. Where is that part?
Mike: [on tape] [crying] My shirt still smells like your hair. I miss your hair.
Mike: Aah! La la la la la! I can't hear it.
Frankie: So you love me. So what?
Mike: Stop saying that! Give me the tape!
Frankie: What, love? You want me to stop saying "love"?
Mike: And you played it for our son?! Give me the damn tape. I'm going to destroy it. It's embarrassing.
Frankie: It's embarrassing that your son knows that you loved his mother enough to cry? That's what's embarrassing you?
Mike: Hey, let's pull out some pictures of you and your giant perm. I know they're in here somewhere.
Frankie: I didn't do this to embarrass you. Axl is going through a really tough time, and he's never been that open with his emotions, and he just needs to see that it's okay to cry.
Mike: But it isn't! I think that tape makes that perfectly clear.
Mike: [on tape] Oh, man. Oh, God! Frankie!