Frankie: [v.o.] Yep, I was cool, but Mike... not so much.
Mike: [on the phone] Hey, Axl, I need you to pick me up a taco from the taco place. What do you mean you're not anywhere near there? Are you sure? You sure you're not .2 miles from there? No? All right. [hangs up] Look at this. He is right next to Taco Jason's, but he can't get the old man a taco? I drove up to his school last week to bring him a chair, but he can't pick me up a damn taco? [clicks tongue] Not cool. He's gonna be hearing about this.
Frankie: No, he's not going to be hearing anything, because you don't know about the dot, remember? Now, I've got a bean-and-cheese burrito in the freezer I've been hiding under the bag of peas. It's yours if you don't blow this.