Frankie: Okay, now, come on, Mike. You got to admit it. There are forces at work here. Ever since we've had the Donahues' address on our curb, it's been one good thing after another. I want to hear you say it. We got the Donahues' good luck.
Mike: I'm not saying anything. It's superstitious nonsense.
Frankie: Oh, really? Says the guy who believes that by clutching a magical Colts towel, he can help them win a game.
Mike: Hey, hey, hey. That is sports. That's an energy transfer from a towel to a team. Completely different thing. They've done studies. Enough people holding a towel can alter the course of a game.
Frankie: Okay, fine. Then, if you don't believe there's some cosmic force at play... Here. Go repaint the curb. Go ahead. Do it.
Mike: Look, I don't know what's causing it. All I know is there's a playoff game tonight and a Godfather marathon tomorrow, so why don't you fire up that microwave and nuke me some food?