Frankie: Okay. Remember, if I'm not home by 10:00, call my cellphone and pretend something horrible happened.
Mike: You really doing this? Going to see your boss do comedy?
Frankie: What choice do I have? He signs my paychecks, and he seems to enjoy my company. I'm not like you. I don't scare people off with my stony disposition. I'm warm. I exude warmth. You don't know what that's like. It's a curse, really.
Mike: You know, you don't have to talk to people. It's your choice.