Frankie: [mouth full] I was gonna tell you.
Mike: Then why do you only have one fork?
Frankie: It's more romantic? Look, I know I was joking when I said we should trade the stuff in our house for Nancy's food, but then, just for the hell of it, I thought I'd give it a try. So I gave her the good rake, and half an hour later, voilà! Casserole!
Mike: Wait. The rake with the brown handle? That was the Norwoods'.
Frankie: Whatever. I am telling you, I am on to something, here. I mean, think about it... we got a house full of crap we need to get rid of, and Nancy loves doing nice things for people. It's a victimless crime. Except for the Norwoods, but they had to know when they loaned us that rake it was never coming back.
Mike: Just give me the fork.