Mike: So how's the job search coming?
Frankie: Well, I spent the whole morning looking through the want ads, and it got me to thinking. Why should I go out and get another crappy job?
Mike: 'Cause you lost your old crappy job?
Frankie: No, I'm serious, Mike. I mean, I'm sitting there, and it dawned on me. I never think long-term about my life. I always take the first thing that comes along... first job, first house, first guy that asked me to marry him.
Mike: Mm-hmm.
Frankie: Let's face it, Mike. We're eeny people. You know, "eeny meeny miny mo". Just that we never make it to "mo." We always stop at "eeny." Eeny houses, eeny cars, eeny kids. Don't you ever just wanna be a "mo" person?
Mike: You know, sometimes, if you just open the paper and point, you can find a pretty great job.
Frankie: Eeny thinking! I don't want to just take the next random job like I always do. I wanna do something that I'm passionate about.
Mike: Oh, no, you're not gonna start beading again, are you?
Frankie: No. That was dumb. Look, I'm just talking about finding something that I'm good at, maybe going back to school and... I don't know. Learning a skill that people might wanna pay me for. You know, I read in More magazine there's lots of people who have these whole second acts.
Mike: How old are these people?
Frankie: Old, Mike. Like us. What do you think? Second act, huh? If it doesn't work out, I promise I will take the next low-paying, demeaning crap job that comes my way.