Mr. Ehlert: Hey, wait up.
Frankie: Faster. Walk faster.
Mr. Ehlert: I was just thinking... Now, my team's not in it this year, and it'd just be painful for me to watch. So, uh...
Mike: Oh, my God. These are tickets to the Final Four.
Mr. Ehlert: Yep, both games on Saturday.
Mike: I don't know what to say.
Mr. Ehlert: That's what I like about you.
Frankie: Mr. Ehlert, this is too generous... for my husband, who doesn't even work here.
Mr. Ehlert: Yeah, blah, blah, I get it. You just have yourself a good time there, Stretch. And, Frances, you were 10 minutes late this morning. Come in early tomorrow or I'll dock you.