Frankie: [v.o.] Out here in the middle, we run on hope. We hope for a mild winter. We hope George Clooney will stop making serious movies and do a nice romantic comedy. And sometimes we do something so crazy, it can only have been fueled by hope.
Frankie: I bought name-brand peas. I know it's a splurge, Mike, but they're not regular peas. They're hope peas.
Mike: Hope peas?
Frankie: Yep, it's a sign of my faith in our future. Ever since you and Rusty went into this diaper thing together, I just feel like things could be turning around for us. Who knows? If things go well, we could be the King and Queen of novelty baby products.
Mike: Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves, Your Majesty.
Frankie: [sighs] Wait. Don't tell me things are not going well, 'cause I also got takeout, and I super-sized the fries. I'm spending like a drunken sailor.