Sue: Oh, I don't know why I'm crying. I am so freaking happy!
Frankie: Oh, boy. Okay, hold on. I think we got some Kleenex in here.
Mike: Oh, whoa, not that one. That's the new Death Napkin.
Frankie: What? What do you mean? You made a new Death Napkin without me?
Mike: I was just jotting down some thoughts. There was an accident at the quarry last month, big explosion.
Frankie: What? There was an explosion? You didn't tell me you almost got blown up!
Mike: Well, there's nothing to tell. I'm here. If I had blown up, I'd have told you. Well, not me. Human Resources notifies the next of kin. And they got a grief counselor if you want it.
Frankie: You know what? I wouldn't need it.