Mike: What's the holdup? What's she need to be thinking about in there? I'm gonna go in there and tell her what she's thinking.
Frankie: You can't do that, Mike. You go in there and start badmouthing Darrin, you're just gonna drive her right into his beefy arms.
Mike: It's your fault, you know. I been telling you all along we got to watch out for this dummy, but you kept saying, "No, don't worry. It's just Darrin." [Frankie sighs] "He's harmless." Well...
Frankie: Oh, please. Since when do you listen to anything I say? Don't act like I'm suddenly the boss around here.
Mike: Yeah, well, somebody took their eye off the ball.
Frankie: Yeah, look, what does it matter who said what? Our teenage daughter has a ring on her finger... And it's both our faults. And you know why that is? 'Cause we suck. We're lazy parents, and we suck.
Sue: [enters] Guys? I've been in my room thinking, and the truth is, I don't want to marry Darrin.
Frankie: [gasps] Oh, thank God! We don't suck. Oh, my God. We're good, Mike. We're good, good parents.