Frankie: [on the phone] Suck it up, Mike. Just let him do his weird things.
Mike: Hey, I let him do plenty. You don't know... [crowd grunts] You don't know what we've done and haven't done, but he shouldn't be texting you. I'm the parent on duty, I'm dealing with it.
Frankie: You think I want to be getting all these texts? Every time I try to take a selfie with Sue, Brick keeps popping up, telling me how awful you're being.
Mike: He threw a $5 basket of fries against the wall!
Frankie: It's the Wall of Sacrifice! That's what you do. You know, if this were Axl, you wouldn't be complaining. You would happily go along with whatever he wanted to do. All I'm asking is that you choose Brick.
Mike: Choose Brick? What the hell does that even mean... "Choose Brick"?
Frankie: I'm saying he's your kid and he deserves your attention. Even if you're tired, you can't just slack off. You got to be on top of your game when it comes to your kids.