Mike: Frankie, I gotta tell ya, I'm shocked. You're handling this really well.
Frankie: Am I? Am I? You think I want to be up to my knees in dead fruit, trying to make it easier for my son to move away from us? I do not, but I have to. And do you know why? 'Cause boys want to get away from their moms. Right now, when he's living here, he has to see me, but the minute he moves away, he holds all the cards. If I get too clingy or too naggy, you think he's gonna want to come back for the holidays or pick up the phone when I call? No. I gotta be cool. It's like a freakin' Miss America pageant, and I am being judged at every turn. One wobble, one misstep, and I am out. My son decides to move halfway across the country, can I complain? No. I gotta just glue that bathing suit to my ass, slap that Vaseline on my teeth, and smile, smile, smile. [Axl returns] Hey! There he is. Ooh, looks like you scored some winners there. You know what? We did so well today. Why don't we celebrate? How about we grab a brewski at Goobers on the way back?
Axl: Really? You want to get a drink in the middle of the afternoon?
Frankie: Uh, yeah, I do! I'm cool. I'm way cooler than you think I am.