Frankie: [v.o.] So we celebrated Mike's birthday just the way he wanted... I defrosted a steak, and he got to read Sports Illustrated at the table while the rest of us didn't talk.
Mike: Okay. You can speak.
Sue: Happy birthday, Dad. [squeals]
Mike: All righty.
Frankie: Wait, wait, wait. I got you a present.
Mike: You did? What for? I told you I didn't want anything.
Axl: And that's why I didn't get you anything. You're welcome, Dad. Consider Father's Day forgotten, too.
Mike: You're a good son.