Frankie: I'm horrible, Mike. I am the worst daughter on Earth. I just yelled at my sick mother. But she took all my stuff out of the cabinet, and I won't be able to find my green beans. [voice breaks] I don't want my mom to get old!
Mike: Hey, it's okay. Hang in there.
Frankie: But is this it? Is this how my mom is gonna be now? [normal voice] Everything changes, and this is how it's gonna be from here on out? I thought I had years before this.
Mike: Hey, every day might not be good, but there's something good in every day.
Frankie: I guess. I just want another chance... another chance to go back and not yell at my mom.
Mike: You never run out of chances till you stop taking them.
Frankie: Okay, why are you talking weird? I... No offense, but you're starting to sound kind of like Sue's wall.
Mike: Hm. I guess I do. Maybe those inspirational posters are seeping in.
Frankie: I'm just scared, Mike. I'm scared about taking care of my mom. I can barely keep things together as it is. I mean, I don't know if I'm a good caregiver. I'm not patient enough. The whole time I'm doing it, I keep thinking, "I just want to watch The Bachelor."
Mike: Well, don't beat yourself up. You're doing a heck of a lot better than our kids are gonna do with us.
Frankie: That's true.