Frankie: What are you doing sitting alone in the dark?
Mike: Oh, light bulbs are hot. They heat up the room.
Frankie: So, why didn't you go outside?
Mike: 'Cause I'm getting ready to watch the game.
Frankie: With the phone in your hand and the remote on top of the TV?
Mike: You don't know how I watch games.
Frankie: Oh, I know plenty. And you know what I think? I think you miss your son.
Mike: Stop it.
Frankie: No, you do. You've got your phone in your hand so you can keep checking it so you don't miss any possible texts or phone calls. I know the symptoms, Mike. You miss your son.
Mike: I do not.
Frankie: Admit it, Mike. [singsong] You love your son. You love your son.
Mike: Look, East Indiana played Concordia yesterday, and I thought he would call to tell me about the game, but he got busy, I guess. That's fine. It's just... different. Axl and I were... You know, we spent a lot of time together. I don't really relate to Brick.
Brick: [o.s.] Right here, Dad.
Mike: Nothing I wouldn't say to your face.