Mike: Yeah, well, sometimes our mind plays tricks on us. Like one time, I woke up, and saw an old woman sitting at the end of my bed. But you don't hear me talking about it.
Frankie: What? You never told me that.
Mike: 'Cause there's nothing to tell.
Frankie: Well, obviously, there's something to tell.
Mike: Eh, it was nothing. She was sitting there. She looked straight at me. We stared at each other for a minute. End of story.
Sue: What did she look like?
Mike: I don't know. She was wearing an old-timey robe kind of thing. But that's not my point. My point is that it didn't happen, and that's...
Brick: So, you don't know who it was?
Mike: No. I mean, she looked like my grandma, but...