Mike: So, how's this gonna work? You want me to drive up and get your dad?
Frankie: Uh... that would be a big "no." If my dad comes, they'll just get on each other's nerves. He'll get frustrated because she can't make his lunch, and he'll end up yelling at her. Not to mention the fact that he just bought a new, coiled garden hose, so we will never hear the end of that.
Mike: So, where are we gonna put her?
Frankie: "Where are we gonna put her?" She's not a puppy, Mike. She's my mom. And we're gonna put her in our room.
Mike: Fine. Where are you putting me?
Frankie: You can sleep in Sue's bed.
Mike: I don't want to sleep in a little girl's bed. My feet will hang over.
Frankie: It's a standard human bed, so if your feet hang over, that's on you.