Frankie: [answers phone] Hello?
Mike: Frankie, we got six more meals to deliver, but we ran out of gas. I need you to come pick us up.
Frankie: Can't. We got to get to Rinsky's to drop off the notebook, 'cause she's only gonna be there till 3:00, and we can't be late for graduation. You got to figure it out.
Mike: Call me after Rinsky.
Frankie: It will be summer someday, right, Mike?
Mike: You had to buy the tiki torch.