Frankie: Why are we always so tired?
Mike: I can think of three reasons.
Frankie: Is it just me, or are they worse than usual lately?
Mike: Oh, they're worse, which is hard to believe, 'cause they weren't that great to begin with.
Frankie: I just feel like I'm on them constantly. They don't listen, they don't read their arms...
Mike: When I was a kid, your mom wrote something on your arm, you damn well read it.
Frankie: I think tomorrow, we have to sit them down and have a serious talk. I mean, look at us. We're exhausted. We look horrible. It's depressing.
Mike: We're sad, sad people.
Frankie: Don't get me wrong. I love our kids. I mean, I adore our kids, but- [kids bicker in their rooms] Go... to... bed!