Mike: Okay, that was weird.
Frankie: That applies to so many things in this house, you're gonna have to be more specific.
Mike: Your dad wants to have lunch with me tomorrow at Stuckey's.
Frankie: Okay, that is weird. Why?
Mike: I don't know, but apparently I gotta drive an hour and a half to find out.
Frankie: Wow. I hope nothing's wrong. Do you think somebody's sick? [gasps] You know, he did have those things frozen off his head a while back.
Mike: See, this is why I never pick up the phone. Nothing good comes of it.