Frankie: Hey, why didn't you tell me about all that excitement the other night?
Mike: Oh, uh... well, there's nothing much to tell. There were some miscreants. [yawns] I'm going to bed.
Frankie: It's only 6:30.
Mike: Pfft. It must be the medication he's got me on, I guess. I'm babbling. Why are we talking? I don't like talking. Good night.