Frankie: You know, I liked that Jack. My dip was kind of gross, and he still ate it.
Mike: I'll like him more when he gives Axl a free ride. And don't ever make that dip again.
Frankie: What is this? This a pimple? I'm squeezing it, but nothing's happening.
Mike: I don't know. Give it another day.
Frankie: [v.o.] And then I saw a truly horrific sight... the truth. There I was, hunched over like Quasimodo, picking a back zit, wearing a holey t-shirt I pulled out of the dirty clothes. Axl was right. This is not my best. Maybe none of us were bringing our best for each other.
[flashback to Frankie struggling to carry the mail and grocery bags into the house:]
Axl: Whoa. Careful, Mom. You're gonna crush my chips. [Axl and Sue each take an item out of the grocery bags]
[flashback to Brick sneezing while he sits on the couch with Mike and then wiping his nose on his father's shirt]
[flashback to Mike kissing Frankie before he leaves for work:]
Mike: Have a good one. [burps] [kisses Frankie]
Frankie: [v.o.] And that was just Tuesday.