Frankie: I mean, what kind of place is this where you go outside and somebody steals your old, crappy car in the middle of the day? Are we gonna have to move to a smaller town? 'Cause I at least need a liquor store with self-serve yogurt.
Mike: All right, look, I'll check in with the police again and call insurance and see what we can get for it.
Frankie: Oh, tell them I left a brand-new bag of cookies on the front seat. Could go to motive.