Frankie: [v.o.] Out here in the middle, winters are chilly, and you got to bundle up. But usually, it's when you leave your house.
Frankie: All right, I'm home. [puts on a coat]
Mike: The AC won't turn off no matter what the damn switch says. "Heat" is cold. "Off" is cold. Smacking the thing with a hammer, even more cold.
Frankie: Maybe you should call Darrin.
Mike: I did. He'll be here sometime Friday between 8:00 and 5:00.
Frankie: Oh, the long window. I bet that's the first thing they teach him.