Frankie: The Glossners stole our car. I said, "Rita, that's our car." And she was all, "You're just tryin' to provoke me into an alterfication."
Mike: The Glossners stole our car?
Frankie: Yeah, can you believe it? Guess it's gone forever.
Mike: [scoffs] What do you mean, "It's gone forever"? We're not talking about a rake or a garden hose here, Frankie. We're talking about an automobile. That's a felony, and we're going to the police.
Frankie: Come on, Mike. You know what happens when you snitch on the Glossners. They get you back a thousand times over. We're not going to the police.
Sue: Going to the police for what?
Frankie: Glossners stole our car.
Sue: What?! Ugh! Aw, well, I guess it's gone forever.
Mike: What is the matter with you two?
Frankie: Mike, this is the Glossners. We can't poke the bear on this one.
Mike: The hell we can't. The bear stole our car!