Frankie: How's your dad? [vacuum cleaner starts]
Mike: Bad.
Frankie: What do you mean "bad"?
Mike: Well, he can barely walk now, so he's using the cane. He's sleeping in his chair 'cause he can't get upstairs.
Frankie: Oh, my God! What happened?
Mike: Whatever it is... [vacuum runs loudly]
Frankie: What?
Mike: Whatever it is, I think it might be time to get him out of that house.
Frankie: So you think it's that serious?
Mike: That place has always been a deathtrap, and the way he is now, if something were to happen, I'm scared he can't get out.
Frankie: I'm so sorry! I know how hard it'd be for your dad to move! Honestly, it's amazing he's lived alone for this long. When my mom goes out of town, my dad has the paperboy make him a grilled cheese.
Mike: I got to talk to Rusty about this.