Mike: Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa. I don't want the sheet with the hole in it on my side.
Frankie: It's not even a sheet anymore. It's four corners of elastic with air in the middle.
Mike: I'll take my chances on the towel with the mystery stain. Hey, you think Axl can shake this stomach thing by Saturday?
Frankie: Oh, my God. Are you still worried about cornhole? I will buy you the stupid spatula.
Mike: No! You got to win the stupid spatula. You buy it, you look like a jerk.