Frankie: Oh, you think this is funny? Is this all some sort of joke?
Mike: Come on, Frankie. Lighten up.
Frankie: No! You lighten up! All you've done this past week is smirk and laugh and make fun of me, and what have I done for you? Wipe your snot, carry your vomit, take you sneaker shopping because your old ones weren't awesome enough! How dare Mom ever want anything for herself? To celebrate that a girl could start the day as a commoner and end it as a princess. "Oh, ha ha. It's stupid. It doesn't matter." Well, it matters to me! Yeah. And I don't have to explain it or justify it to any of you. That's right. There's no historical significance. I just think it's pretty!
Mike: Jeez, Frankie, calm down. You're getting all bloodshot.
Frankie: Oh, no. You just don't get the needs of the common people, do you, Mike? Pretzels aren't important. Royal weddings aren't important. Oh, not like football! Do I talk smack about all this Colts stuff that you get? No. But I buy one little plate, and suddenly, I'm crazy! I'm obsessed- [Frankie smashes her commemerative plate with the remote] God. [sobs]
Axl: Who knew she cared so much about the royal wedding? She should have said something.