Frankie: Oh, shoot. I'm all out of roof.
Mike: Pace yourself. You've been hitting that house a little hard.
Frankie: I need comfort food. Our son doesn't want to go to church. What did we do wrong?
Mike: We didn't do anything wrong. He's older now. He's starting to think for himself.
Frankie: What is this "think for himself" crap? Did you put that in his head?
Mike: You're spitting gingerman.
Frankie: You're the one that was always saying, "We gotta bring the hammer down." Well, now it's time for you to bring the hammer down and bring it down hard.
Mike: He's an adult. You can't tell an adult what to do.
Frankie: [scoffs] Like hell I can't. I'm telling you what to do right now. I want you to bring that hammer down. Yeah. That's right. I'm looking at you. I don't care how tall you are. You don't scare me. You're gonna do what I say and get your boy to church.
Mike: Frankie, who am I to force him? I don't even know how much I believe. I basically just go for you.