Mike: Where are you going? Don't leave me alone with Sue and Wrestling Matt. [chuckles] "Wrestling Matt." You hear what I just did?
Frankie: Axl made that joke two weeks ago. Listen to this crap. Now I gotta go pick up parking cones and road flares at some warehouse in God knows where.
Mike: Hmm. I'm not sure if it's the hops or your voice, but I'm tasting a whole lot of bitterness. What happened, Frankie? I thought the eyes of the world are gonna be on you.
Frankie: Not in French Lick, they're not. I mean, I don't get it. You'd think they'd want to put the people who are a little more presentable up front where the world can see them. I mean, I'm charming. Am I not charming? Why aren't you saying I'm charming?
Mike: Oh, yeah. It's like I'm getting sprayed with spit by a princess.
Frankie: You should see the guy who's escorting the VIPs. I'm just saying, stick the uggos in French Lick, and save the money for the stadium. Ugh! I hate the Super Bowl.
Mike: Welcome.