Frankie: Hey, where are my scones? Mike!
Mike: What? I didn't know. I did you a favor, anyway. They're stale and dry.
Frankie: They're supposed to be stale and dry. They're British.
Frankie: All right, never mind. Now I'm going to bed, so if you have to yell at the kids, take 'em outside.
Mike: I don't want to yell at the kids alone. That's something we enjoy doing together.
Frankie: Well, sorry, but coverage starts at 3:00am by the time you're eating your toast or waffles, the world will have a new princess. Seriously, how can you not be moved by that?
[After Frankie leaves, Axl jumps on the couch and starts lifting up the cushions]
Frankie: [o.s.] Don't bother looking for the remote. I'm taking it to bed with me.