Frankie: I don't want to jinx it, Mike, but I might have solved our Aunt Edie problem.
Mike: Great, that's two less old people to worry about, 'cause I'm done with my Dad. [Frankie sighs] And where the hell are all the spoons?
Frankie: Did you check the dishwasher? [gasps] The dishwasher. Oh, that's it. That's gotta be where all our stuff is. We left it in the old dishwasher. You know, just run by your Dad's and get it.
Mike: Nope. I'm not going back there.
Frankie: Fine, then I guess we'll just go the rest of our lives without spoons.
Mike: Fine by me. [eats ice cream off meat fork]