Mike: Can I tell you something?
Frankie: If it's that you love me even more now, then, please, I'm listening.
Mike: I didn't forget the gas cap.
Frankie: What?
Mike: I didn't forget the gas cap. I made that up.
Frankie: What are you talking about? Are you serious? You're not serious.
Mike: We were almost there... and, I don't know it just didn't feel right.
Frankie: So you just made up a story about a gas cap? [scoffs] Why didn't you talk to me about it? I was scared, too. Why didn't you just tell me how you felt?
Mike: I don't know. I thought we'd have a big fight. We were young. I wasn't so used to it then. Are you mad?
Frankie: Well, I'm always a little mad but... ...no. No. I'm glad we didn't end up there. Chicago is so big. Who knows what would have happened? Somebody would have ended up on drugs.
Mike: It might have been us.
Frankie: I'm glad we're here.
Mike: It's a good town.
Frankie: It is.