Brick: Sorry, Mom. You told me not to tell, but I told. Don't be mad.
Frankie: Mad? No! Why would I be mad? I am never mad, never, ever, ever. This is all a huge misunderstanding. The beer bottle hit him when I tossed it gently... Just oh, so gently...
Officer McCoy: And do you often drink in the morning?
Frankie: No. I think that was my husband's beer bottle.
Officer McCoy: Mr. Heck, you're the one who drinks in the morning?
Mike: [sighs] No. God, this is ridiculous. Look... Hey, you know what? We have a teenage son that is a huge pain in the butt. Don't you think if we wanted to abuse somebody, we would have abused him?