Frankie: I can't believe we forgot Brick's birthday. We do this all the time, and now we did it on his 13th birthday. And now it's over, and it's just what we do, and it's sad.
Mike: Hey, if he really cared, he'd have spoken up. He doesn't care that much. So just forgive yourself.
Frankie: [scoffs] Forgive myself? What do you mean, "forgive myself"? It should be "forgive ourselves." You forgot his birthday, too, you know.
Mike: Eh. Remembering birthdays is more of a mom thing.
Frankie: Really? Tell me what isn't a mom thing. I take care of them when they're sick, I drive them everywhere. I ask the parents with good cameras to take pictures of them at school events. Why am I the one who always has to be the monkey arms?
Mike: "Monkey arms"?
Frankie: Yeah, you know, monkey arms... from Animal Planet. The mom chimpanzee makes this bridge with her arms so all the little baby monkeys can get from one tree to the next. Yeah, and what is the dad doing? Just sitting there, scratching his butt.
Mike: [chuckles] Well, I'm sure you'll think of something.
Frankie: No, no, no, no. You're in this, too, pal. You've got longer limbs than anybody. Put your monkey arms where your mouth is and think.