Rita Glossner: My hose. You took it. Now what am I supposed to do, wait for the rain to fill up my pool?
Frankie: I don't know what you're talking about. I don't have your hose.
Rita Glossner: Right. I seen you casing my house, walking by, staring at me.
Frankie: No, no. I was just... looking. N-not even a look. Just a glance. Just 'cause we didn't know you were back in town.
Rita Glossner: You've been gossiping about me behind my back?
Frankie: No, no. No one did that. We were just wondering, you know, a-about your kids.
Rita Glossner: You got no business wondering about my kids. My kids were fine. People was looking in on 'em.
Frankie: Good. Good. That's responsible. Looking in. Hey, you know, m-maybe you should ask one of them about your hose. Maybe one of your boys has it.
Rita Glossner: You think my kids stole it? Is that what you're hinting at?
Frankie: No, no. I-I never said "stole."
Rita Glossner: You know, I ought to punch your boobs in. But I won't, 'cause I'm a lady. But if that hose ain't back in my yard by tomorrow, I'm gonna rain fire down on your house.
Frankie: Well, I won't be able to put it out! 'Cause I didn't take your hose!