Frankie: Mike. Mike! I figured out why they're fighting.
Mike: Oh. Good. I'm glad you woke me up to tell me.
Frankie: It's 'cause Uncle Dutch taught me how to ride a bike.
Mike: Great story. Night.
Frankie: No, no, no, no! It just hit me. When I was a kid, my dad could never teach me how to ride a bike, and then one day, while he was at work, Uncle Dutch offered to teach me. Then my dad came home, and all hell broke loose. He was yelling, "How could you teach my daughter to ride a bike?! How could you steal that from me?" And the next thing I knew, they were in this huge fight, and then they just stopped talking to each other.
Mike: You really think this whole thing is because of a bike?
Frankie: You wouldn't like it if someone else taught Sue to ride a bike.
Mike: The Donahues taught her. Look, you can't fix it, Frankie. You gave it a good shot. Let it be. And let it be not in our house.
Frankie: [sighs] My heart would break if Axl and Brick didn't talk to each other for 25 years. You got to get along with your siblings, Mike. They're your partners for life. They're the only ones that have your stories.
Mike: I know you really want these guys to get along and you're disappointed that it's not happening, but... People don't change. It's over. I'm calling it.