Frankie: Sue, are you okay?
Sue: The Glossners' dog, it's loose. It tried to chase me home. I lost a shoe. Oh, God, now it has my scent.
Mike: Oh, no, the Glossners' dog?
Frankie: We should do something.
Mike: We really should.
Frankie: [v.o.] For days, that dog was out terrorizing the neighborhood. [man yells] [dog barks]
Frankie: We should do something.
Mike: We really should.
[Frankie reverses the car from the garage down to the mail box to grab the mail:]
Man: [dog barks] Get out of here. Go home. Get out of here. Get out of here. You're tearing it up. Go home.
[later:]
Frankie: We should do something.
Mike: We really should.