Frankie: Well, I hear you. My kids don't want to listen to me, either. Ooh, but if somebody else tells 'em something, they're all ears.
Nancy: [chuckles] Yeah, I know. It... It's almost like they're waiting for someone else to say it and then they'll hear it. [gasps] Wait a minute.
Frankie: I'm sorry. [puts caramel corn ball back in the Ziploc bag]
Nancy: We should talk to each other's kids.
Frankie: What? What do you mean?
Nancy: Well, maybe you could talk to Sean. Y-You know, find out where his head's at, see if you can reach his brain under all of that hair of his.
Frankie: Well, yeah, sure. I could... I could talk to him.
Nancy: Great. And I can talk to Brick for you about his thing.
Frankie: Oh, the whispering and whooping? We've decided to just live with that.
Nancy: No, the other thing. That's got to have you worried.
Frankie: Well, yeah, that would be great if you talk to him about... that. Yeah, we definitely don't approve of... that. [takes caramel corn ball out and eats again]