Mike: Aw, come on, now. So... is this, like, a, uh, "hold me" cry or a "get me a Kleenex" cry, or "I'm fine with you goin' in the other room, grabbin' a beer, and watching SportsCenter" cry? Just let me know what you want me to do.
Frankie: Leave me alone. Wait. Hold me.
Mike: Okay.
Frankie: No, don't hold me.
Mike: Okay. [Frankie opens her drawer and starts to eat] So, those cookies you keep in the nightstand there, wha... what exactly do those do for ya?
Frankie: They make the sadness go away, and they help me forget that my son is planning to move halfway across the world. [sobs]
Mike: I'll try one.
Frankie: Yeah, hold me again. [sobs]
Mike: Okay.