Frankie: We got to do something about this.
Mike: About what?
Frankie: Uh, this, Mike. Look at this place. I am tired of being the den mother of Phi Piggy Piggy.
Mike: Hmm. I guess it's not bugging me so much.
Frankie: Of course it's not bugging you. You're yucking it up with the boys in the sports bar formerly known as my family room. This is not fair. Imagine if there were three college girls living in here.
Mike: Give me a sec. [Frankie sighs] Got it. Go. What are we supposed to do? They got evicted from their house. They got no place to go.
Frankie: I mean, obviously I'm fine with my own kid living here... but these guys are eating us out of house and home. And this morning, I spent 10 minutes with a broom, trying to shoo something out of the bathtub until I realized it was a hair ball.