Mike: Let's get it.
Frankie: What? What are you talking about? We're not gonna get it.
Mike: Who says? Let... [scoffs] Let's do it. Why not?
Frankie: Mike, we're trying to save for college, and we already have a table.
Mike: We'll give it to Axl. It's already wrecked anyway.
Frankie: Are you serious?
Mike: Yeah, I am. We've been working our butts off. It's our 20-something-th anniversary. And besides, the next time we splurge on something made of wood, it'll probably be coffins.
Frankie: Oh!
Mike: Come on. It'll be our gift to each other.
Frankie: [sighs] But it seems so extravagant. I mean, can we really do that?
Mike: Frankie, you've been complaining about that table since the day we got it. You hate that thing. Come on, 20-something years is long enough. You've done your time.
Frankie: Really? We're gonna do it? [Mike gives her a thumbs up] Oh, my God! We're gonna do it! Ooh, I got to get that thing. It's gonna get snatched up.