Mike: [on the phone] Did you talk about our business with Bob?
Frankie: What? No. Of course not.
Obadiah: I paid three head of cattle for you. A fine price for a sturdy bride.
Mike: [on the phone] Then how come Bob's talking to me about our life? I don't like talking about my life with Bob.
Frankie: Well, I-I may have mentioned that you were upset about the $200 eye cream.
Obadiah: $200?! Why that is the size of the entire state treasury!
Frankie: Just give it a rest, Obadiah! [kicks the butter churn] In the name of God, just raze a barn, plow a field, chill out for half a second. We have one visitor. She knows we're not in the 1800s. You know we're not really in the 1800s, right? You're cool with me taking this call? [the woman shrugs] Thank you.
Frankie: Mike, I think the important thing is, is that we're talking. Mike? Mike?
Woman: I have a question. What kind of eye cream costs $200?
Frankie: I thought it was $20!