Mike: Well?
Frankie: You don't have a problem with the shirt. You have a problem with what's inside the shirt. She's growing up, Mike. I don't know what to tell you.
Mike: I do. Let's stop it.
Frankie: Look, I don't have an issue with the shirt, but if you do, you're the parent, too. You have every right to tell her not to wear it, and I'll back you up 100%.
Mike: I don't want backup. I want you to be the bad guy.
Frankie: Oh. Honey. I know, and maybe if you had agreed to go trick-or-treating with the social group, things would have been different.