Frankie: I wished I could still have a baby if I wanted to, but I don't want to. Take that baby back.
Mike: I can't take the baby back. I promised Dierdre we'd watch it.
Frankie: Damn it! I had plans tonight. I was gonna watch Outlander and eat my frosting sandwich. And have you forgotten how much work babies are, huh... all the crying and feeding them and diapering them? I spent my entire 30s with my hands smelling like butt cream. I would eat a cookie and think, "What's that weird smell? Oh, yeah, butt cream." [baby coos]
Mike: [singsong] Doo-dee, doo-dee, doo-dee, doo.
Frankie: [sighs] Fine. When are they getting home?
Mike: [normal voice] Tomorrow.
Frankie: Tomorrow?!
Mike: Her husband got her Brad Paisley tickets for their anniversary.
Frankie: Now, that's a good present.