Frankie: [v.o.] What was wrong with me? With my family? The Moody Cochrans didn't float their Thanksgiving. They crossed rivers and climbed mountains and ran from bears and mashed potatoes with wooden sticks to be together. They weren't all, "It's fine. I don't care. I want to go to a bar." Well, it wasn't too late. I had to make it home before Thanksgiving was over. I had to remind my sweet, sweet family how thankful we should be. Our life is good. We've got nothing to complain... [car thuds]
Frankie: Where's my phone? [sighs]
[Frankie trudges through the snow]
Frankie: [v.o.] Well, I guess things that are worthwhile don't come without a struggle. If the Moody Cochrans could do it, so could I.