Frankie: You're gonna punish your 23-year-old son. How are you gonna do that? Go to the college and tell the president of the university he can't have dessert?
Mike: I'll take his phone away.
Frankie: You can't do that. We're bundled. It'll unravel our whole plan. Plus, if he doesn't have a phone, we'll never hear from him again.
Mike: Well, then he can't do laundry here anymore.
Frankie: He does it at Sue's now.
Mike: He can forget about staying here for the summer.
Frankie: Said the other day if he had to stay here, he'd die.
Mike: Okay, look, you can stay down here and role model all you want, but I'm not gonna tip-toe around my kids anymore. I don't care how old he is. I'm still in charge. He's gonna listen to me. And if he's in my chair, I'm gonna sit right on him.