Frankie: I'm not eating highway pizza.
Mike: It might not be on the highway. It may still be in the parking lot.
Frankie: Oh, fingers crossed 'cause parking-lot pizza is so much better.
Mike: It might still be in the box.
Frankie: This is insane! We are not having this conversation.
Brick: What if it's not in the box, but still face-up?
Axl: I'll allow it.
Frankie: We're not doing this!
Mike: Frankie, you wouldn't throw $24 out the window and not go back for it.
Frankie: Okay, so this is the family we are now? We eat food off the road? If we do this, we are losing the one thing that separates us from possums! Is this how low we've sunk?
Mike: I feel like we've sunk lower. Nothing comes to mind, but I know we have.