Frankie: [baby fusses] Oh, my gosh. Do you know where we are?
Mike: [sighs] Hell?
Frankie: [scoffs] We just drove past the doll hospital, and you're about to turn on Applewood.
Mike: [scoffs] Ah, it's "the route."
Frankie: How many times did we take this drive to get the kids to stop crying when they were babies?
Mike: Must've been a lot, 'cause my body just drove us here automatically.
Frankie: Axl was the worst, remember?
Mike: Mm.
Frankie: Ugh! [baby cries, fusses] We had to drive with him for hours... and listen to that Sesame Street cassette over and over.
Mike: But we had to skip that song with the Count.
Frankie: Oh, yes! He was terrified of the Count! Aww!
Mike: I always liked Oscar. The guy just liked trash... [chuckles] ...and didn't want other people messing it. Why's that make him a grouch?