Frankie: Oh, you got a big problem, buddy. We don't have so many friends that we can just let them go willy-nilly. You think the Donahues are gonna take our side on this? They're all we've got. And we do nothing for them. We're like the little birds on the back of a hippo picking the bugs off, and you are really messing with that now.
Mike: Why are you in such a bad mood?
Frankie: [sighs] I'm losing Sue.
Mike: What?
Frankie: She won't tell me who she likes. She won't even tickle-tell me. She used to tell me everything, and now she doesn't want my advice at all.
Mike: Well, that's not your problem. That's her problem. You're making her problem your problem. That's your problem.
Frankie: [scoffs] You're my problem.