Mike: [static crackles] All right, turn on the microwave. No, phone's still crackling. Turn it off. [microwave beeps] Uh-huh. I figured it out. What we have here is a crackly phone.
Frankie: [sighs] We've got to fix this, Mike. Paula Norwood called and invited us to dinner Friday night, and I could barely hear what she said.
Mike: Oh, no. They don't want to drag us to that crepe place, do they? I don't like sauce.
Frankie: I don't know. All I know is it's 7:30 at "kck-kck-kck-kck-kck." Don't worry. I'm gonna try to talk Paula into going to that new place next to the teddy bear hospital. I have coupons for that.
Mike: Just to be safe, I'll eat before we go.