Mike: You absolutely do that! You do it all the time.
Frankie: Do you ever stop to think that maybe I'm busy doing something? Like vacuuming the whole family room for Sue's birthday so that we won't be embarrassed in front of the neighbors?
Mike: Oh, you're worried about being embarrassed in front of a bunch of little girls, but you're not embarrassed by the cement geese on our front porch!
Frankie: They're whimsical!
Mike: They're not so whimsical when I smashed into 'em with my bare feet, and I'm hopping around the house bleeding, trying to find a Band-Aid!
Frankie: Yeah, well, buy a Band-Aid for once in your life! You never buy Band-Aids! You never buy anything!
Mike: I buy Band-Aids, but they're never the right kind!
Frankie: Yeah, you buy the cheap ones that float off in the tub and clog the drain!
Mike: What do you know about the drain? When have you ever unclogged the drain? Do you even know where the wrench is? Where's the wrench, Frankie? Where's the wrench?
Frankie: If I knew where the stupid wrench is, what the hell do I need you for?!