Mike: I don't have perfect health.
Frankie: Yes, you do. You said you did.
Mike: No, no. [clears throat] My cholesterol's high. I didn't want to tell you.
Frankie: A little or a lot?
Mike: A lot.
Frankie: Really? We're both falling apart?
Mike: Yep. Happy anniversary.
Frankie: If I could move, I'd kiss you.
Mike: [kisses Frankie]
Frankie: I love you. Now get me a heating pad and the remote. And don't touch me for a month.