Mike: Well, I'm just saying that you and Axl are pretty much the same person.
Frankie: What? You're out of your mind.
Mike: All I'm saying is he comes home whining, you come home whining...
Frankie: I do not come home whining.
Mike: "The tablets don't work. It's hard." "There's too many patients. It's hard." "There's no desk to sleep under.
It's hard."
Frankie: I'm sorry. Would you prefer I not share my day with you?
Mike: I didn't know that was an option.
Frankie: [sighs] Whatever, Mike. You know, you're not gonna make me feel bad. Everybody brings their work home with them.
Mike: I don't. Last week, an earthmover rolled over my foot. I didn't say a word. All my toes are completely black. You want to see?