Frankie: [v.o.] And it turns out, I had a little time capsule of my own.
Frankie: A file, Mike? Someone seriously has a file on me? How do I go from being a person teachers always loved yo a person with a file?
Mike: Well, you know, maybe they didn't love you as much as you thought they did.
Frankie: [scoffs] So what are we gonna do about this crossing guard thing? I take Tuesdays, you take Thursdays, and then we switch off?
Mike: What do you mean "we"?
Frankie: Hey. I'm telling.
Mike: 'course you are, 'cause you're a narc.