Pat: Oh, my gosh.
Frankie: Hey, Mom.
Pat: What are you girls doing here?
Frankie: We just thought we'd come up and surprise you. Looks like we did.
Pat: Oh, you know, just frosting my hair, frying a steak, and having a little glass of white zin. Okay, two glasses. You got me. [both laugh]
Frankie: Oh, well, you were looking good out there. Your leg must be feeling better.
Pat: Well, you know how sciatica is. It comes and goes. It helps to move around, and nobody gets me going like Barry.