Mike: What? I was... making chitchat.
Frankie: Since when do you make chitchat?
Mike: I don't know. I... This mom spoke to me, so I spoke back.
Frankie: Oh. Hang on. Was it pilates mom?
Mike: I don't know. She seemed fit.
Frankie: What'd she look like?
Mike: I don't know. Uh, ponytail, green eyes.
Frankie: You noticed the color of her eyes? What color are my eyes?
Mike: They change with the weather.
Frankie: Wrong, Mike. Brown. Always brown. Rain, snow, sleet, or hail... brown, brown, brown.