Mike: You didn't say you were picking up a pizza.
Frankie: To be honest, I don't even know why I got it.
Mike: [sighs] He still hasn't responded to the dirty carrot, huh?
Frankie: No, and it's comedy gold. I mean, if carrot genitalia won't fix this, Mike, I don't know what will.
Mike: Felt like a winner to me.
Frankie: [sighs] God, Mike. My son's not talking to me. I mean, really not talking to me. I can't pretend like this is some little thing anymore. You know, you hear about these families that are estranged, and you can't imagine that happening to you, but it is. I mean, is this it? Do I not have a son anymore?
Mike: [sighs]