Frankie: I just don't know what we're gonna do, Bob. We're busting our butts to pay the mortgage on a house that is obviously trying to kill us.
Bob: Well, you know the girl that cuts my hair Brooke, down at the barber college? 6 bucks! I hate to see her graduate. She really knows my head.
Frankie: This going anywhere, Bob?
Bob: Anyway, her dad got laid off. You know, so they had to move out of the house, so they rented an apartment at Hickory Arms.
Frankie: The cheese and sausage place?
Bob: No, that's farms. This is arms.
Frankie: Oh.
Bob: So they weren't thrilled about downsizing, but you know what? They pay less than they did before, and they love it.
Frankie: An apartment? Really? I don't know.
Bob: Frankie, think about it. Why are you throwing money at that house? If something breaks at Hickory Arms, you call the manager, it's fixed.
Frankie: Ooh. Fixed sounds so nice.
Bob: Oh, it is. That's why I rent. That's why my mom rents. I don't, uh... I chip in when I can, 'cause, you know, I'm not a mooch.