Mike: Why are you so upset about this?
Frankie: 'Cause we're married, Mike. You don't get to have your own secret stash of bachelor batteries.
Mike: Why not? Why can't I have one thing that's mine?
Frankie: Because that's not marriage. When you're married, you share everything.
Mike: Everything?
Frankie: Yeah.
Mike: What about your frosting?
Frankie: What are you talking about? That frosting's for anybody. It's right there in the cabinet.
Mike: Oh, no, I'm not talking about that frosting. I'm talking about the garage frosting.
Frankie: You know about that?
Mike: A few years ago, I came across a couple cans of frosting hidden behind the paintbrushes. But did I make a big deal out of it? No, 'cause if you want to have something for yourself, I'm okay with that.
Frankie: Yeah, well, you can't possibly compare frosting to batteries. They're completely different.
Mike: Really? In what way?
Frankie: Seriously? You don't know? And why were you snooping around in the paintbrushes, anyway? Hmm? You don't even paint.