Mike: What you doing?
Frankie: What does it look like I'm doin? I'm rocking a piece of our grandchild.
Mike: Hey, listen, uh, sorry I hung up, but, uh, Bob got back on the truck...
Frankie: You know, Mike, whatever. I've been trying to talk to you all week, and you just froze me out, and now I'm just too tired. I am selling cars, I'm dyeing wool... Obadiah wants me to take a job as a schoolteacher, because there's a drought, and the corn isn't gonna save us this year. Even in my second job, I have to get another job! I have two lives in two centuries, and they both suck. Would you rock the head?
Mike: What?
Frankie: I'm trying to stop this. I can't find the sensor. I'm rocking the torso. Please just rock the head. I mean, I thought that if I got a second job, you would see how sorry I was and you would forgive me. But no, I make a mistake, and it doesn't matter what I say or what I do, you want to stay mad, so go ahead and stay mad at me!