Frankie: [v.o.] I don't know exactly which level of hell it is where you're forced to see your boss in a hospital gown, but it's pretty far down there. Thankfully, we were in the home stretch, and this nightmare was almost over.
Nurse: And have you eaten any solid food in the past 12 hours?
Mr. Ehlert: Uh, no.
Frankie: Yeah, right. He was hitting drive-thrus like he was in a contest.
Nurse: Well, we can't do the procedure if he ate. We're gonna have to reschedule for tomorrow morning.
Frankie: Tomorrow? No, no, no. What are you saying? That we're supposed to drive all the way back to Orson and then come back in the morning?
Mr. Ehlert: Simmer down, Frances. I'm not about to inconvenience you.
[cut to Frankie trying to sleep on the RV's couch]