Mike: All right. That's it. That's it. You three are gonna start loving each other right now... because that's what your mother wants. Right? Is that what you want?
Frankie: [v.o.] So despite my best efforts, family dinner had wheezed and choked itself to a final, undignified death.
Brick: Can we go watch TV now?
Frankie: Yeah, throw out your plates.
Mike: Nice to have a change.