Mike: You better not be dying. You're my cornhole partner. We're getting that giant spatula.
Sue: What?
Frankie: It's that stupid cornhole tournament trophy. Ron Donahue's won it for the last five years.
Mike: Four. Not five, only four, and he's obnoxious about it. Last time we had a barbecue, he brought that thing over, and he starts flipping burgers while I'm in the house getting the buns. You don't touch another man's grill or his remote or his wife... in that order.