[When the door handle rattles, Mike and Colin Firth move apart from each other on the couch. Colin Firth starts barking]
Mike: I'm trying to watch the game. You want to get your dog?
Frankie: Colin Firth. Colin Firth? [the dog doesn't move] Toffee? [the dog goes to Frankie] Oh, crap. Yeah, so, I have some bad news. Well, good news for you, I guess. This isn't our dog.
Mike: What are you talking about?
Frankie: [sighs] It's Dr. Goodwin's. His dog ran away two months ago, and Colin Firth is the exact description of him. So, we have to take him back to Dr. Goodwin's 'cause he belongs to him. You believe that baloney?
Mike: Oh. Well... good. Looks like it all worked out, then.