Frankie: Well, good news. I got hired as an old wife down at Heritage Village. Minimum wage and all the fresh eggs I can carry.
Mike: Okay.
Frankie: Come on, Mike. You froze me out last night. You froze me out this morning. We're not rich enough to get a divorce, so we're gonna have to have a fight.
Mike: What do you want me to say?
Frankie: I don't know. Whatever you want. You say I was stupid, I'll say you're right. You say, "Who the hell signs a credit card slip without looking at it?" I'll say, "I know. I thought it was 20 bucks." "Yeah, that's not the point, Frankie. $20 is too much to pay for 3 ounces of some stupid eye cream that we don't need." "You don't think I know that? They got me at a weak moment. I was tired." "Yeah, when aren't you tired?" "Oh, that is low. I bought it to look good for you." "Baloney! You bought it for yourself." "I said I was sorry, Mike." "Yeah, well, 'sorry' isn't gonna fix it." "Stop yelling at me!"
Mike: I think I've said all that needs to be said.