Frankie: [v.o.] Out here in the middle, there's a day that every mother looks forward to all year long.
Frankie: That's it. I'm putting a bullet in Mother's Day.
Sue: What? What are you talking about?
Frankie: I thought about it, and after 22 years, I don't want any more yellow pants or a gift card for laser tag or half a burrito at 11:59 p.m. I'm gonna save us all a lot of heartbreak and call Mother's Day. It's done. And I promise I'm good with it.
Axl: Don't listen to her, Dad. It's a trap.
Mike: Yeah, I'm staying on high alert.