Pre-cracked shells.

God, you know me.

All I'm saying -- Stacey, enough.

[ Sighs ] We're sticking to the plan.

I'm gonna drop you and your kids off at the zoo,

then I'm gonna go check out that belt sander I saw on Craigslist.

And when I pick you up later,

we're gonna got to Mama Mangia's for dinner.

And we're gonna have a nice night.

It's been a long time, okay?

Okay, Frank.

God, I think the last time we had a nice night was --

Was when, Stacey?

The night before I flunked

the police academy entrance exam?

I explained to you that test was bull, all trick questions.

But let's go over the facts.

My name is Frank Trueblue.

I get my hair cut at barber shops.

Look at me, Stacey.

Do I not have all the signifiers of an off-duty cop?

No one's saying you're not like a cop, Frank.

Everybody thinks that.

You kids think of me as essentially a cop, right?

[ Sighs ]

Okay, I think we can still salvage --

What the hell?!

[ Tires screeching ]