Frankie: [v.o.] Technology. It's moving faster than ever, unless you're in Orson.
Mike: We just gotta match it with a frequency on your FM station, and we should be all set.
Frankie: [v.o.] Mike bought me a Bluetooth at the McVaney's garage sale 'cause for some reason, he thought I needed a hands-free phone.
[flashback to Frankie talking on the phone and eating chips while she drives:]
Frankie: [mouth full] Hold on. I'm gonna put you on speaker. [beep] Okay, here we go. Now what were you saying? [tires screech] [Frankie's phone flies out the window as she turns a corner] Oh, great.
[present:]
Mike: Remember, it's synced to your phone. So if you're in the car, or even near the car, the Bluetooth will kick in, and you'll hear everything over the car speakers.
Frankie: Ooh, fancy!
Mike: Yeah. It was in a dollar bin of pagers and 8-track tapes. I don't think "fancy" is the right word.