Frankie: I was finally filing the last of the soggy papers from the flood, and I found the old deed to our house.
So I'm flipping through the disclosure statements. Listen. "Cracked foundation," which we knew, "dangerous wiring," which we knew. And then this. "Disclosure number three... Death occurred on the premises." Oh, my God! Can you believe this?! How did we not know about this? Someone died in our house.
Mike: I knew.
Frankie: What do you mean, you knew?
Mike: The realtor told me. I didn't tell you 'cause I knew you'd freak out.
Frankie: Yeah, I'd freak out! Someone died in our house! I can't believe you hid this from me. Did you ever think that maybe that's why all these creepy things keep happening around here? Candles blowing out, cabinets that don't close, my bruise that never goes away!
Mike: I thought that was gone.
Frankie: Oh, it's back. Feast your eyes.