Mike: So, that Royal Wedding was fun, huh? Sign me up for the next one. Hey, uh, I thought I'd go out and grab us some donuts. You want anything?
Frankie: Hmm, let me think. What do I want? I want my son back, that's what I want.
Mike: Come on, Frankie, I knew you'd be upset so I was just trying to shield you from all that.
Frankie: Oh, thank you so much. I just love it when men shield me from things. You are so not trying to protect me. You are trying to protect yourself from all of this.
Mike: Can you blame me? Look, I knew if I told you two weeks ago when he went on the interview, you'd be worrying this whole time, so I did you a favor and saved you from two whole weeks of worry.
Frankie: You did not do me a favor. If you had told me two weeks ago, I would be done with my worrying and I would be fine now.
Mike: So, you'll be fine in two weeks?
Frankie: No, I will not be fine in two weeks. I will never be fine. I cannot belive you aided and abetted him in this.
Mike: We didn't plan a bank heist, Frankie. And besides, you're the one who pushed him to go to Europe.
Frankie: Don't you dare throw my good mothering in my face. That trip was to get traveling out of his system. Now our son is actually moving to another city for his whole life. This is like taking our seed and flinging it all the way to Denver.
Mike: Flinging our seed? What the hell are you talking about?