Mike: [sighs] Frankie, I'm trying to make room for Aunt Edie's table. I can't believe how much junk you got in here. A food dehydrator? Really? Isn't our food already dry and tasteless enough?
Frankie: That's sentimental. I got it from my mom when I gave it to her and she didn't like it.
Mike: Well, we just can't keep piling stuff up.
Frankie: All right, we'll sell it on Craigslist.
Mike: We can't even take a picture on our phone. That's not gonna happen.