Mike: [sighs] You don't need to find Axl. Just let me do it. I'm the man. Just let me bring home the plumbing supplies. Don't go bugging him in Denver.
Frankie: Denver?
Mike: What? I didn't say Denver. Get your hearing checked, lady. Heh. When I said Denver, I meant Denver omelet.
Frankie: What?
Mike: Yeah, he likes those now. He likes Denver omelets.
Frankie: Okay, why are you telling me this?
Mike: Boy, you say you like conversation. But when I go to start one, I get shot down.
Frankie: Why are we talking about Denver omelets?
Mike: I don't know. I just... I just think it's interesting. Why is it called that? It's got ham and peppers... nothing about that screams Denver to me. Needs to be called a Western omelet. How'd Denver end up with it? I mean, I know it's out west, but it's not that far out west. Why isn't it called the Reno omelet or the Phoenix omelet? I know a lot of places have food named after 'em... Buffalo wings, Texas toast, Boston baked beans. Those make sense, but Denver omelet? I don't get it.