Frankie: Where's the boom box? Did you talk about the dog?
Mike: I think so. I'm pretty sure I did before it came out.
Frankie: "It"? What's "it"?
Mike: She was wearing this bra...
Frankie: You saw her bra?
Mike: Frankie, my eyes were up here, I swear. And, I mean, I saw things peripherally, but that's the way, you know, God made eyes. If you're gonna be mad at anybody, blame God for making peripheral vision.
Frankie: What are you talking about?
Mike: Her boob popped out, sort of. Okay?
Frankie: How did that happen? Boobs just don't pop out on their own.
Mike: I don't know. I was reaching or pulling. I don't know, it all happened so fast.
Frankie: What is this?
Mike: I don't know. There's a whole chunk I don't remember. I was trying to stop Rodney.
Frankie: Her son was there?
Mike: Yeah. He didn't seem all that shocked to see it, so who knows what that means? Anyway, I just got the hell out of there.