Frankie: It's so embarrassing. All right. So that's it then? I look like some granny now? I need to call my sister.
Bob: Mm. No, you don't. You've got me... And I am here to tell you that you are a vibrant young woman, full of life and beauty.
Frankie: Blah, blah, blah.
Bob: Don't take my word for it. See for yourself. Who is this beautiful lady from just last Tuesday? Ohh, and this one, with sunlight dappled on her face? And this lovely lass eating a doughnut by the copy machine?
Frankie: Wow. Bob, you have a lot of pictures of me.
Bob: Not just you. Here's Mike. The kids. [sighs] Your house at night. So full of slumbering peace. Wanna see it at Christmas?
Frankie: No, thanks, Bob.