Frankie: [v.o.] Out here in the middle, the winters can be brutal, so we really appreciate that first warm day of spring.
Frankie: Is it done? Can I use it? Can I use it? I can't wait to use it.
Mike: Hold your horses.
Frankie: Oh, my God, guys! It looks great! Oh, I have always hated that old rotting wood since the day we moved in here. I've been carrying around that Sunset magazine for 22 years with the picture of what I wanted, and now I finally have my lanai!
Dave: What's a lanai?
Mike: It's a patio. She calls it a lanai... makes it sound fancier.
Jim: I like "lanai." It's exotic. Brings a little paradise to Orson. Kind of like how my mom and I live on Orange Grove Avenue.
Mike: I'm not grilling burgers on a lanai. This is Indiana. Let's go with "patio."
Frankie: Well, I don't care. I love it. And thank you, thank you, thank you. I'm already more relaxed, and that's not the drink talking. Well, maybe a little.
Dave: Drunk or not, you're welcome.
Frankie: Oh, but don't think I'm done yet. Eventually, I want to have a tiki bar with a cabana and a flat-screen TV over there somewhere.
Mike: Okay. Anything for you, baby.