Frankie: Hey, Nance. Hey, what are you wearing to the dance tonight, the black thing or the blue thing?
Nancy: The blue.
Frankie: Oh. Okay. Hey, have you talked to Sean? 'Cause I got it done... He's taking the MCATs. Yay.
Nancy: Yes, and I want to thank you, Frankie. I just don't want to smother you with my gratitude.
Frankie: Uh...
Nancy: That's right. Shelly told me you called me a smotherer.
Frankie: What? No, no, no, no. Smother? She must've misheard me. I think I said, "Wow, that Nancy is some mother." So-mother. See? It sounds kind of like "smother." Kids are really bad with diphthongs.
Nancy: Uh-huh.
Frankie: It's so hot in here. What, are they raising iguanas? What were we talking about? Oh, how kids lie. How old is Shelly? 11? Can you really trust them at that age? And what was she doing in a bar? That's a little bit weird. I'm not blaming you. It's just what kids do to get attention. They... They lie, start fires.