Frankie: [groans] I didn't mean to be out so late. Turns out Dr. Goodwin has a long story about everything. On the plus side, I brought you dinner.
Mike: Well, that's something. All I could find in the fridge is an old jar of salsa and Axl's pants. Blue cheese?
Frankie: Dr. Goodwin likes it. And, hey, if you don't want it there's a dog here that would be more than happy to eat it.
Mike: Yeah, speaking of that, you can't go out carousing with your boss till 9:00 at night when you got a dog here that needs to be walked.
Frankie: Look, Dr. Goodwin's a billion times nicer than Mr. Ehlert, but he could still fire me, Mike. I'm really not that good at my job.