Frankie: I'll tell you whose fault this is. The Glossners. They've been terrorizing this neighborhood for so long, they've scared away all the good trick-or-treaters. Rita lets those kids run wild. They egg people's houses, smash pumpkins. They call me Mrs. Dreck. No wonder nobody wants to bring their adorable kids here.
Sue: [sighs] I guess this neighborhood is just not considered classy anymore.
Frankie: [sighs] It's so true, Sue. So true. [drinks the last drop from a carton of wine] Stupid Glossners. Somebody should really get them someday. Somebody should give them a taste of their own medicine.
Sue: You mean like writing a strongly worded anonymous letter to the editor?
Frankie: No, I'm talking about really giving them a taste of their own medicine... doing to them what they do to other people. [sighs]
Sue: You're not...
Frankie: Not unless you are.
Sue: Only if you are.
Frankie: Oh, I am.
Sue: I'm not sure what we're talking about, but the way we're saying it sounds like fun. [both laugh]