Frankie: Might have been nice to say something when you knew we needed 'em. [sighs] So why didn't you?
Mike: "Why didn't I" what?
Frankie: Say something when we needed batteries.
Mike: 'Cause I didn't need batteries. You needed batteries, and those batteries are mine.
Frankie: Yours?
Mike: Yeah. My batteries.
Frankie: But we don't just hoard our own separate batteries. We have a place for batteries... The junk drawer.
Mike: Yeah, the house batteries go in the junk drawer.
Frankie: But there are never any house batteries in the junk drawer.
Mike: Exactly. I know how this place works. Open a pack of batteries, it's like throwing a loaf of bread to pigeons. Hey, great, you missed your throw. Now I gotta back up.