Frankie: [v.o.] So, here it was... Mother's Day. And I have to say, I'd never felt better. I had infected my family with the spirit of giving like a fungus in a secondhand cowboy boot.
Frankie: [answers cellphone] Oh. Hey. Yeah, I'm already in line, so if you want anything other than gum or an Us magazine, you're out of luck.
Mike: I'm just calling to tell you that I'm driving your mom back. She wants to leave right now.
Frankie: What? But it's Not Mother's Day Mother's Day, and I'm bringing her chicken.
Mike: I know, but she says she forgot to set her DVR to record Castle.
Frankie: Yeah, but that's not on until tomorrow night.
Mike: Well, she says she can't relax. She's nervous she's gonna miss it.
Frankie: Listen, just tell her to spend the night, and we'll watch it at our house.
Mike: Frankie, whatever argument you can throw at me, I've already tried.
Frankie: All right, well, I mean, I-I guess I can eat two chickens. Tell Mom I love her.
Mike: Uh-huh.