Mike: I'm done.
Frankie: What do you mean?
Mike: I'm done. I'm done with my brother. It's over. I told him not to come for Christmas.
Frankie: Wow. You did?
Mike: If he were a friend, I'd have been done with him years ago! I get nothing out of it but headaches! And I don't want to hear "you do for family," Frankie. I did enough for him. I'm done.
Frankie: Okay, then.
Mike: Okay.