Y'know I do. And c'mon. You're a feather weight. I'm not gonna suffer too bad if you stomp on me a few dozen times. I'm not a cockroach.

[Just for Mike, just with Mike. No one else involved or of interest. That's what makes this special. The entrees have come out and are piping hot. Frank lets out the most content sigh as he breathes in the combination of their dishes. He picks up his fork and clinks it lightly against Mike's plate.]

Sounds fine to me. I mean, if you're willing to put up with so much.