Frankie: Wait a second. Did you plant any doubt in his mind? You better not have, 'cause I just spent all day covering the cracks in the ceiling with Wite-Out, so this wedding better be happening.
Mike: Relax. It's happening. Frankie, I told you not to go crazy with this thing. Why are you going crazy?
Frankie: Because I just... I just want our house to look nice. I mean, I look around, and it's just... scary. The way it creeps up on you, bit by bit, and year by year, everything around you just crumbling. And you see those pictures in the magazine, and their homes look so nice, and you think, "Ooh, maybe I'll put a vintage green bowl of fruit on the kitchen table, like Goldie Hawn," and you try it, and you know what? You realize your fruit is never gonna look like Goldie Hawn's fruit. I'm never gonna have Goldie Hawn's fruit, Mike! Never! And... that's just my life!
Mike: Frankie, you just need to sleep.
Frankie: You're right. I know.
Mike: No more being nuts, okay?
Frankie: Okay. Thank you.