Mike: Frankie, we're not getting a new bed. We just got a new dishwasher.
Frankie: Oh, you're right. We should only get one new thing every 20 years. Seriously, Mike, this bed is a torture rack.
Mike: We need a reason to get up in the morning, and lower back pain is as good as any. Oh. Look, even if we wanted to, we can't afford a new bed.
Frankie: No, we can. I've thought about it. We still have the money Aunt Ginny left me. Do you think she'd want me to just waste it on bills? That's not what she'd want, Mike.
Mike: Knowing Aunt Ginny, she'd want you to waste it on booze.
Frankie: I want a new bed. We need a new bed. I want to turn our bedroom into a sanctuary.
Mike: Oh! Here we go.