Mike: Frankie, Axl's 16. His brain's not even fully developed yet. Brick's chick has better judgment than he does, and it spent an hour trying to walk into a fan.
Frankie: Don't try to make me laugh. I'm worrying.
Mike: Oh, stop. This relationship doesn't mean anything. He's gonna date a million girls. Some of them you'll hate more than Morgan.
Frankie: Is that supposed to make me feel better?
Mike: Fine. You're hell-bent on worrying, I'll give you something to worry about. We had a meeting at work. They're cutting back on our health insurance. Night, honey.