Bennett: Oh, I hope you didn't want to go to someplace fancy. We just love the barbecue here. They have Flintstone-sized ribs here. I love a hunk of meat that'll tip your car over.
Frankie: Yeah, no, are you kidding? This is great.
Bennett: Sorry we're late. We were at the game. What an ending, right?
Mike: Yep.
Bennett: Uh-oh, check it out, TamTam, we're already a beer behind. Not fair, Mike.