Mike: What's the hold-up? I've been sitting on the tub waiting for lasagna.
Frankie: She gave us pepper steak, and not bathroom quality, either.
Mike: Mm. Tastes okay.
Frankie: Exactly. When has Nancy ever made us anything that's just okay? [sighs] You know what I think? I think this is crock-potted. I think she threw it in a Crock-Pot, went off and did some dumb charity thing, came back, and this is what I got. Hmm. She's playing with me. I give her a crystal bowl, and she gives me this? Unh-unh. I need to go over there and suss out what she knows. I don't want her to think I'm some lunatic who's just bartering old crap for food.
Mike: But you are.
Frankie: Yeah, but I don't want her to know that. What is the best way to do this? Do I confront her? Do I give her something bad and see what I get back? Where's that inflatable foot bath?
Mike: It's over, Frankie.
Frankie: No, it's not! I just need to figure out how to handle Nancy. I mean, if you know I'm pawning off old junk on you just to get you to cook for me, be classy and say it to my face. I just don't like the dishonesty. [sighs] [to Axl] I made pepper steak. It's on the counter.