Frankie: The microwave is working without holding the hair dryer up to it. It hasn't done that in years!
Brick: Mom, you won't believe this. I have the best news. Cindy just got back from her doctor. He believes she's stopped growing!
Frankie: [gasps] Wow. [both chuckle] What's going on? I mean, free premium channels, the microwave's working, you have a topped-off girlfriend. [gasps] You know what this is? Mike, you know what this is?
Mike: Timeout.
Frankie: No. Don't you see? All these good things are happening because we have the Donahues' number on our curb. The universe is confusing us with the Donahues.
Mike: You're nuts.
Frankie: No, I'm serious. You think this is a coincidence? We've never had three good things happen to us on the same day ever.
Brick: Or one.
Mike: That's not the way the universe works, Frankie. We're all born with a crap sandwich. Some people get a big one. Others get a small one. You eat your way through it, and then you're dead.
Frankie: Oh, yeah? Okay, fine. I'll prove it to you. [sniffs milk carton] Ha! Not rancid.