Frankie: Just how long we've been here. That's a lot of years. And to think, if it wasn't for that gas cap, we'd be living in Chicago right now.
Mike: Sure, blame it on the gas cap.
Frankie: It's true. We were so close. We were just outside of Chicago. Everything we owned was packed in that U-haul, and then we had to stop at that gas station.
Mike: Back then, you were too good to pee in a ditch.
Frankie: And then you noticed that the gas cap was missing. We had to drive all the way back to Orson to find it.
Mike: Hey, you can't return a rental truck without a gas cap. They'd have charged us a fortune to replace it.
Frankie: And then you ran into that guy at the lunch place, your old friend from middle school. What's-his-name with the mullet?
Mike: Rockin' Phil Nissen.
Frankie: [laughs] Yeah, that's right. And then he told us about that opening at the quarry, and... 20 years later, here we are.
Mike: Here we are.