Frankie: [v.o.] I thought about what Mike said, so I moved everyone into the family room and got down to some serious facilitating.
Frankie: Have some chips, Dad. You know, you could be a little more sociable. Your brother's come all the way from Nevada, and you've barely said two words.
Tag: So, they got you on heart pills?
Dutch: No.
Tag: Me neither.
Dutch: Tell you who's on heart pills. You remember the guy who lived down the street from us in that yellow house?
Tag: Guy with the haircut?
Dutch: Right. Ran into him in the airport a couple years ago... Can't think of his name.
Tag: Johnny.
Dutch: Johnny... right.
Tag: Yeah, his cousin was the one that broke my finger with a baseball bat.
Dutch: No, he broke my finger, but you took me to the clinic. Remember that nurse we met? She ended up marrying the guy who broke one of our fingers.
Tag: Harvey Burns.
Dutch: Right... Harvey Burns. No, it was his brother.
Tag: What about his brother?
Dutch: What were we talking about?
Axl: Heart pills.
Tag: Mm-hmm.
Dutch: Oh. Yeah. I don't take 'em.
Tag: Yeah, me neither.