Dr. Fulton: Okay, never thought I'd be at a robotics exhibit with a bunch of middle-schoolers on a Saturday night, but here we are. Life's a journey. No flash photography.
Frankie: [v.o.] Don't say anything. Don't say anything, Frankie. Don't say anything.
Frankie: Excuse me. I just have to say one thing. You know, you said the kids were fine, but the truth is, your kid was fine. My kid was not fine. My kid sat by himself for the whole two-hour ride, so maybe it would have been a little finer if you had told your kid to sit next to my kid because 13-year-old boys are horrible. You can't just let them make their own decisions. If it was up to them, they would have ice cream for breakfast. But we don't give them ice cream for breakfast, right? [stammers] I don't. I mean, I have, if it's their birthday or we're out of milk, but not usually. The point is, you're teaching your kid to just look out for number one, and now he's gonna grow up to run companies and wreck Wall Street! Now, do you know if we keep the 3D glasses or not? Ugh, forget it! I'll ask somebody else!