Frankie: Okay, that's it. I am a good neighbor. I don't steal. My family doesn't steal. Your family's the one who steals!
Rita Glossner: I don't like what you're implying.
Frankie: I'm not implying anything. It's a fact. Your kids are a bunch of hooligans! They take everything in the neighborhood: bikes, toys, shrubbery.
Rita Glossner: Don't you talk about my kids. Them's good boys. [to her youngest son] Where you been at?!
Diaper Glossner: None of your damn business. [burps]
Rita Glossner: You expect me to believe that you're dumb enough to bring back a hose that you didn't even take in the first place?
Frankie: Fine. You know what? I tried to be nice, but I'm done. I'm taking it home. It's my hose now.
Rita Glossner: Oh, so you're gonna steal it a second time?
Frankie: You said you didn't want it!
Rita Glossner: It's on my property!