Frankie: [v.o.] So that was that then. We were finally gonna tell Brick the truth.
Frankie: Okay, Brick... it happened this way. It was raining and snowing, one of those weird Indiana snow-rains that we get now and then.
[flashback:]
Mike: Don't worry. Your mother's picking up Sue from ballet and taking her to her piano lesson tomorrow. Man, Sue is so good at everything. I don't know how she's gonna narrow it down when she gets older.
Frankie: Oh. Here's another one. Ooh. [gasps] Wow. Look at this room. Oh. It's almost as big as our house.
Mike: The TV's almost as big as our house.
Frankie: Oh. Fruit basket. Hey, look at all those magazines! Am I gonna be sharing this room with someone else?
Nurse: No. You reserved the entire suite for yourself, Mrs. Ferguson.
Mike: Wait, we're not the F- [Frankie nudges Mike]
Frankie: You know, I really could use another pillow.
Nurse: No problem.