Frankie: What? No, no. Not Mike. He hates different. Besides, it was just the one shirt, and he's not even wearing it anymore.
Nancy: I am just glad that you and I are okay. Whew! That is a weight off.
Frankie: No, we're fine. Like I would ever have a party without you. You bring all the good food!
Nancy: [laughs] Frankie. Well, I got to run. Ron has an exhibition at the dojo. He's never gonna beat that 12-year-old. Her hands are like lightning from being in that wheelchair.