Mike: Look, Frankie, this job that he might be taking is in Denver, not Antarctica.
Frankie: It might as well be... It's a 15-hour trip. We don't have the money to fly, and our cars are all crappy. We leave parts on the road every time we go above 50.
Mike: So he'll come visit us.
Frankie: No, he won't. It's very clear that we like him more than he likes us. At least if we're in the same town, we'll run into him once and a while.
Mike: I just think you're making way too big a deal out of this.
Frankie: Of course you do. You want to kick him out of the nest because you're a man. You want him to fly off to wherever he wants so you can live vicariously through him 'cause you know you're trapped here with me.
Mike: I don't know what I want him to do, Frankie. I just want what's best for him.
Frankie: Well, I am a mother, and I love my child enough to squash his dreams. And if you are not mom enough to do that, then get out of my way. And, yes, I do want donuts!