Frankie: Okay, look... I like the shirt. But, honestly, you have no one but yourself to blame. You made your flannel bed, and now you got to lie in it.
Mike: What, am I so rigid and predictable that if I put a different shirt on one day, it becomes a whole thing?
Frankie: Uh, yeah. [chuckles] Come on. If Fred Flintstone starts walking around Bedrock in something other than his leopard man-dress, you don't think that Wilma and Barney and Betty aren't gonna give him crap?
Mike: Can we just drop this?
Frankie: Yeah. I'm fine dropping it. Consider it dropped.
[cut to Frankie and Mike at home in the kitchen:]
Frankie: The thing is, when a guy wears a Hawaiian shirt, people expect a certain lightness of spirit that you... I'm just gonna say it... lack. It's okay. We don't expect it from you. You have other qualities. You're very tall. You intimidate service people. It didn't help us tonight, but whatever.