Mike: He just keeps talking, Frankie. You know how I feel about talking. And he won't give up on that skit.
Frankie: You really should the skit.
Mike: What are you doing?
Frankie: Oh, Brick ate too much fudge. The poor kid just crawled behind the chair like a cat and barfed. I told my mom to ease up on the fudge. She wouldn't listen.
Mike: Aha! She's gettin' to ya! 12 days startin' to feel a little long, Frankie?
Frankie: For your information, this is the best Christmas of my life. Ugh! How much fudge did he eat?