Mike: This is nuts. I don't have to be in control. If there's a control freak in this family, it's you.
Frankie: What? Me? [chuckles] You're gonna have to reach pretty far back to make that case.
[flashback to this morning:]
Frankie: We're all wearing orange, so nobody gets lost.
[flashback to the plane:]
Frankie: If you two could just scootch over one toward the window... Sir, then if you could take the aisle seat?
[present:]
Frankie: You think that's being a control freak? Do you? Do you, Mike? 'Cause it's not. You know what that's called? Being a mom. I packed everyone's suitcases, made the snacks, checked the tickets, made sure nobody gets lost, and what do you do? You take a shower, and you waltz out the door. But I have to dot, because if I didn't, this family would never get anywhere! I'm not in control because I like to be. I'm in control because I have to be.
Mike: Where are those snacks again?
Frankie: Okay, you know what? I'm done. No. That's it. You wanna be in control? You're in charge of the whole family. I'm just a passenger. Mm-hmm. A passenger who is going to enjoy having someone cater to her needs in first class.