Frankie: So it's May.
Mike: Yep, and she's been trying to pass that test since March.
Frankie: Yeah, yeah. But there's, um, something else going on in May. Let me think. Any particular holidays? Oh, right. I knew there was something... Mother's Day.
Mike: I got it, Frankie. Don't worry. I'm on it.
Frankie: Mike, you are so not on it.
Mike: I could be on it. You don't know.
Frankie: Actually, I do know. 'Cause you always wait till the night before, and then you just run out to the drugstore. I'm tired of getting crappy stuff from you guys, okay? I'm tired of making the face and pretending to be excited. "Hey!" [sighs] Can I please for once just tell you what I want?
Mike: It's too late, Frankie. Maybe I already got you the perfect present and hid it somewhere in the house.
Frankie: Hey... I don't believe you.