Mike: So this funeral... It's really on Saturday?
Frankie: Yeah, that's what she said. Hey, does your sport coat still fit? Oh, and don't wait till the last minute to see if you have a shirt.
Mike: Huh. Seems like there's a lot to do. Tsk. I'm thinking they should just maybe push it till Sunday.
Frankie: What?
Mike: Oh, I don't know. Just Sunday seems like a better day. You know, the Lord's day and all that. Saturday... Not such a great funeral day to me.
Frankie: Yeah. Well, that's what day it is, Mike. Besides, what do you care what day the...? Oh, my God. Oh, my God, if you're suggesting what I think you're suggesting, you are opening a door you do not want to open.
Mike: It's the Final Four, Frankie. Final Four.
Frankie: It's his funeral, Mike. Final funeral.
Mike: I know, but... Is anyone really gonna miss me if I can't be there? If it was immediate family, I'd definitely go.
Frankie: Well, it just might be if you keep go down this road.
Mike: Come on. I barely knew the guy. I met him at our wedding and, like, one other time. I thought he was the guy with the toe for a thumb, too.