Mike: Check it out. Remember Mark the field manager? He has to move, so he sold it for cheap. It's in great shape, too. [engine revs]
Frankie: Who are you? You look like a broom riding a motorcycle.
Mike: I don't care. I always wanted one of these things. [sighs] It's gonna be fun. Gonna get some rags and clean this baby up.
Frankie: Hold on. I-I don't get it. In 22, 23... whatever years of marriage, you have never once said anything about a motorcycle.
Mike: I don't know. I guess I just wanted something different.