Mike: And why are you so worried about it? I said it, not you.
Frankie: Yeah, but you're a reflection of me. I married you. I picked you. You start saying stuff like that, it's like my arm suddenly starts flapping uncontrollably and there's nothing I can do to stop it.
Mike: Well, I must be doing something right. People keep inviting us to parties. Our party's coming up in a few weeks. People come to that. I'm very social there.
Frankie: [scoffs] You're confusing yourself with me. I talk. I make the chitchat. You cling to the grill and ask people if they want cheese on that.
Mike: You knew what you were getting when you bought me.
Frankie: I guarantee you, people are going home now saying: "Can you believe Mike said that? How inappropriate."
Mike: Or they're saying, "Poor Mike. What a great guy. Too bad he's married to that shrew." [chuckles]
Frankie: Oh, yeah? Well, read this sign.