Frankie: [v.o.] So the royal wedding was barreling down, and while they were polishing silver at Buckingham Palace, I was doing a few little preparations of my own.
Frankie: God. Axl, did you get this crap on the TV? It looks like mashed potatoes.
Axl: [scoffs] Like when'd you ever make mashed potatoes? Knowing you, it's probably frosting. [Frankie licks the knife]