Rita Glossner: Last I see him, he was digging around in your yard. You got to stop planting things he wants.
Frankie: Like our mailbox? [laughs] [clears throat] So, where was the last place you saw the little guy?
Rita Glossner: Why you asking so many questions?
Frankie: I'm just trying to help.
Rita Glossner: I don't need your handouts.
Frankie: Okay. I think I'll go back inside now. [goes to close the door]
Rita Glossner: Yeah. You do that. You just keep looking down at the rest of us from your ivory tower. [mailbox scraping] Where the hell have you been?!
Diaper Glossner: None of your damn business! Here's your stupid maxi pads. [scraping continues]
Frankie: Okeydoke. Well, all's well that ends well, I guess. [chuckles] Happy Halloween.
Rita Glossner: I'm taking this pumpkin. You don't need both, one percenter.