Frankie: What do you expect me to do?
Mike: Well, whatever you do about this stuff. I don't know. This isn't my area.
Frankie: Mike, you don't think I feel horrible? I feel horrible, but there's nothing I can do.
Mike: Wait. You leapt into action and organized a letter-writing campaign when they stopped making those cookies you liked. Now our daughter's about to get hurt, and you're gonna do nothing?