Frankie: You know what? Maybe we've just said everything we've had to say to each other. You wanted to bring it, I wanted to bring it. Maybe there's just nothing to bring.
Mike: This is why we should never leave the couch. Let the cable company bring it.
Frankie: Yeah, that's fine for now. But when the kids leave, it's just gonna be you and me, and we're not gonna have anything to talk about. Then we're just gonna be two old people staring at each other.
Mike: We won't be alone. Brick will be here, jumbling up our meds.
Frankie: I'm just saying, if we want to have any prayer of an interesting life, we're gonna have to bring other people into it. You know what we should do? I know it's not your favorite thing, but I think we should have a dinner party. [Mike groans] You know, we used to have those Memorial Day barbecues every year. We put the keg on the porch. Remember? I mean, we used to be fun, social people, Mike. I've seen the pictures.
Mike: Hmm. I am pretty bored of talking to you.
Frankie: Exactly, and I'm totally sick of talking to you.
Mike: Sure. What the hell? Let's do it.