Frankie: Axl! Darrin told the waiters to sing "Happy Birthday" to Dad.
Axl: Oh, my God. He's killed us all!
Frankie: All right, listen, we got to stop this! Everybody, fan out. Axl, you check the kitchen. Sue, you talk to the hostess. You see anybody carrying a birthday cake, you take them out!
Mike: Hey. Wrong table. Keep moving.
Waiter: Citizen of King's Feast, by decree of the King, I declare it to be the day of birth of noble townsman Mike Heck.
Mike: It's not my B...
Waiters: [sing] Happy Birthday to you Happy Birthday to you Happy Birthday, dear Mi-I-ke Happy Birthday to you You take a big breath and blow [Mike snuffs out his candle]
Mike: Who? [Frankie, Axl and Sue point to Darrin]