Mike: She was telling me about Dollywood. Not asking, telling. Is that what it is now? I'm the guy that gets told things?
Frankie: Mike, she's going to Dollywood to sing and dance with Brad. Other than becoming a nun, that's as safe as it gets. Grab your toothbrush.
Mike: Why we switching rooms again?
Frankie: Because I'm being blackmailed by an 11-year-old. She said we'd be square if we traded rooms, and I need to be square. Nancy is our neighbor, our friend. And, by the way, have you tasted her caramel popcorn balls?