Frankie: [on the phone] Hi. It's me. It's crazy here, so I can't leave. It looks like you're gonna have to go to Brick's Parent Night.
Mike: Parent Night? Really? Come on. It's everything I don't like. It's parents, it's night, it's not in our living room...
Frankie: Hey, it's not like I'm out sucking down margaritas with the girls. I'm trying to sell 500 cars, and so far we've only sold 4... [customers walk by] Hundred. Yeah, they're going like hotcakes. Now listen. They put out the volunteer sign-up sheets after the teacher's speech, so make sure you sign us up for something good. I'm not scraping gum another year.
Mike: Don't worry, Frankie. I think I can sign a clipboard.
Mr. Ehlert: I'm not paying you to yap on the phone, chatty. Now make me another hot dog. Double relish.