Frankie: But we're not going for his sake. We're going for Aunt Edie. Funerals are for the living.
Mike: That's what I'm saying. If this teaches us anything, it's that we should live life while we're here. In Indiana, where the Final Four is. [both sigh] When am I ever gonna get a chance like this again?
Frankie: You know what? I'm not gonna sit here and explain to you what the right thing to do is. This is between you and yourself. And if you would rather go to the Final Four instead of my 91-year-old uncle who used to give me bologna's funeral, then you go. It's up to you.
Mike: Okay. I wanna go to the Final Four.
Frankie: Fine. That's what you want.
Mike: It is.
Frankie: Fine. Then it's settled. We don't have to talk about it again.

Mike: Look, it doesn't matter if I want to or don't want to. This is obviously important to you, and I get that. I said I'm going and I'm going, so just leave it alone.
Frankie: If you can't go to this funeral with a smile on your face, then don't go.
Mike: Fine, I won't.
Frankie: Don't.
Mike: Fine.
Frankie: Then it's settled. We don't have to talk about it again.
Axl: Hey, so I heard Dad's going to the games...
Frankie: No.

Axl: [looking at his phone] Oh, no! [off Mike's look] No, Uncle Mac, gone too soon, huh, Dad? Awesome.