Frankie: [v.o.] The next morning, I'd like to say I felt better, that the little cheery e-mail update they sent us parents had eased my concerns. I'd like to say that.
Mike: "Missing boy + Chicago"? What are you doin'?
Frankie: What, you think "kidnapped + Chicago" is a better search?
Mike: Trust me. If anyone's dumb enough to kidnap Brick, after a couple days, they'll bring him back.
Frankie: I can't believe you're making jokes about this.
Mike: Look, Brick's growing up. We raised him right. Hopefully some of it stuck. Give him a chance to impress you. It'll prove you right. Worrying doesn't do any good.
Frankie: That's not true. It shows God that you're paying attention, that you're not getting cocky. Who's the person that always gets the piano dropped on their head? The one whistling, not the one looking up.
Mike: How many people you know have gotten a piano dropped on their head?
Frankie: "Piano head + death."
Mike: Will you cut it out? Get off the computer.
Frankie: I just can't stop thinking he's in some kind of danger.
Mike: Frankie, listen to me. He was fun while we had him.
Frankie: Mike, stop doing that.