Mike: All right, what's with the getup?
Frankie: What, this? Oh, just enjoying some of my past Mother's Day gifts... My awesome yellow pants, my "First Mom on the Moon" t-shirt, and, of course, my macaroni necklace that says, "To mom, love Keira." I can only feel bad for Keira's mom. Who knows what she got?
Mike: Okay, I get it. I get it. We may not have always hit it out of the park, but I got plenty of time this year to get it right. When is Mother's Day?
Frankie: Sunday. And my mom's coming down, so it better not be lame.
Mike: Oh, not a chance of that. If anything, I'm worried it's gonna be too good, so just be prepared to get everything you want. What exactly do you want?
Frankie: [scoffs] You suck. My Country 'tis of Tea... You know the little tea place we pass by and I always say is so cute? Well, I heard that they are having a proper afternoon tea for Mother's Day. Finger sandwiches and cloth napkins. It's gonna be very classy and very elegant, and that's what I want.

Frankie: Well, it's official. I'm a crappy mom.
Mike: Does this mean Sunday's off?
Frankie: I'm serious, Mike. I was talking to Sue, and I'd asked her if there was anything different she'd do when she had kids...
Mike: Why do you go looking for trouble?
Frankie: And she said she'd be more organized. [sighs] And do you blame her? I mean, when you're auditioning for Cabaret with only one character shoe 'cause your mom forgot to put the other shoe in your bag, who do you think's gonna get the part? The girl with the good mom, not Sue.
Mike: Maybe it made her stronger?
Frankie: [scoffs] That's B.S., and you know it. Look at this drawer. Yep, this is the kind of mother I am. Oh, silverware, panty liners, stamps, a roll of film... Oh, my Fitbit!
Mike: Frankie, it's the junk drawer.
Frankie: You know what? These aren't the junk drawers. This is the junk drawer. Yeah, happy Mother's Day, Frankie. You screwed up your kid, and that's something you'll have to live with for the rest of your life.
Mike: Hey, did you peek at the card we got you?

Frankie: How about you? When you're a mom, is there anything you'd do different?
Sue: What do you mean?
Frankie: Well, you know, my mom always did things I said I'd never do as a parent. So are there things you'd do different from me when you have kids?
Sue: Oh, no. Mom, you're perfect.
Frankie: [laughs] I don't know about perfect, but... No, really, there's nothing you'd change?
Sue: Nope. Well, I guess sometimes I wish you'd been more organized.
Frankie: Oh. Okay. Just 'cause I remember never having the permission slips to go on field trips, and it'd be kind of embarrassing 'cause I was the only one. Or sometimes when I would try out for things, I wouldn't have what I needed, so instead of pom-poms, I would have to do a cheer waving around a pair of dirty gym socks.
Frankie: Okay, got it, got it, got it.
Sue: So, yeah. I guess I just think it'd be super important to be organized. That's the kind of mom I'd want to be.
Frankie: Okay, good. I really need to concentrate on my driving right now.