Frankie: You need to go get shrimp.
Mike: Shrimp?
Frankie: Yes... shrimp. Cindy's hungry, and the only thing she wants is shrimp.
Mike: We don't even eat shrimp. We're gonna go out and get some stranger shrimp?
Frankie: She's not some stranger, Mike. She's a girl who likes our son.
Mike: I'm not getting shrimp.
Frankie: [scoffs] Fine. Then I will get the shrimp, and you go in there and talk to her. Her name is Cindy. She has an older sister. She doesn't know what her parents do...
Mike: I'll get the shrimp.