Mike: You forgot Brick. You took our son to work and left him there.
Frankie: Look, I'm not used to driving home with anybody, okay? I did what I always do. I punched out, I stuffed two rolls of toilet paper in my purse, and I got out of there. [police siren wails] Oh, crap. Crap, crap, crap.
Mike: Damn it. I told you to let me drive.
Frankie: I told you to watch out for cops.