Frankie: I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. How was I supposed to know it was all for nothing? Listen, go to Indianapolis. You can still catch the second game. We'll find a ride home. Take Axl and go.
Mike: Okay. [groans] Axl, you're gonna have to drive. [grunts] Hey, get us there by tip-off, I'll buy you a Hoosier dog. [groans]
Frankie: [v.o.] That's the thing about life. You wake up, you never know what's gonna happen. You get handed tickets to the Final Four, your uncle dies. You think your husband's faking it and he has appendicitis.
E.M.T.: Do you have any allergies? Anything we need to know?
Mike: One thing. If you know the scores from the Final Four, don't tell me.
[later:]
Surgeon: Now, don't worry, we're gonna pop that appendix out and you'll be good as new.
Anesthesiologist: He's almost out.
Surgeon: Hell of a game, huh?
Anesthesiologist: Oh, best finish I ever saw.
Surgeon: Great day to be a Duke fan.
Mike: [muffled] No!