[Mike opens the refrigerator]
Frankie: Mike, cold air, cold air.
Mike: Beer. I know the shape well.
Frankie: How'd this happen? I figured if we kept plugging holes till the quarry reopened, we'd be okay.
Mike: Well, we figured wrong.
Frankie: Mm.
Mike: You knoiw, when they laid me off, they gave me the name of that financial planner who will give a free consultation. We were too proud back then... but when I look at it in the, uh, harsh glow of candlelight, tsk, maybe we should call.