Frankie: Hey. Oh, good, you've got your hammer out. Do me a favor, smack me in the head with it.
Mike: I'm getting a beer. I'm guessing you would like one too.
Frankie: Ugh. Ehlert has hired this whackadoodle motivational consultant who, for some reason, has decided to zero in on me and my terrible sales record. Or maybe it's because I'm a woman.
Mike: I've got something that might make you feel better. It's in the basement.
Frankie: Oh, honey, that was fun once, but that old mattress is so icky.