Mike: [over walkie-talkie] What do you mean you're trying? Just open your mouth and tell me which way to turn.
Frankie: A piece of grass has fallen down, and I can't see where I'm going.
Mike: Well, move it.
Frankie: I'm trying, but my back is cramping.
Mike: What are you complaining about? You're three feet tall. Just scooch forward.
Frankie: Oh, yeah, says the guy in the back with all the legroom.
Mike: Oh, yeah! It's a big party back here. Oh, you had to get us out of our comfort zone. We're old, Frankie. There is no comfort zone! Everything's uncomfortable. Everything hurts.