Frankie: I know. I'm thinking it too. Did we do the right thing? I mean, I'm glad he's happy, but should we not have let him play? By caving, did we send a bad message? I don't know. It's a tough one. Maybe we'll always be wondering.
Mike: That's not it. I just can't believe the little bastard broke my record.
Frankie: Thought that's what you wanted.
Mike: I thought so, too, but my plaque has been put out to pasture. Makes me feel kind of... old.
Frankie: Oh, honey. How can you be old when you have such a hot, young wife?
Mike: I do?
Frankie: Mm.
Mike: Well, get her out here.
Frankie: [laughs] This cold air's making my elbow hurt. Let's go in.
Mike: I'll be in in a minute.