Frankie: [v.o.] Every family has their favorite Thanksgiving recipe. This is ours.
Mike: I just don't get why we can't stay in a motel.
Frankie: Because, Mike, everybody in one house is what makes holidays special. Me and my mom and my sister hanging out in our PJ's having breakfast. Late nights listening to my dad tell his bawdy jokes. If we stayed at a motel, we would be missing out on all those little nuggets of happiness.
Mike: Sorry if I'm not excited about sleeping on an air mattress. My back hurts just thinking about it.
Frankie: I told you, we get the bedroom this time. It's our turn. Besides, Janet won't even be there till tomorrow because she's got Lucy's pilgrim hip-hop recital.
Mike: [scoffs] Great. The miracle baby's taking hip-hop now?
Frankie: She was a miracle. Janet had one good egg, Mike. One.
Axl: Oh, yeah. Forgot to tell you. Aunt Janet called. She said Lucy's recital got canceled, so they're getting there today.
Mike: What? [floors the car]