Robert: "You've always loved me for...-"
Frankie: "...who you are. Ironic, isn't it."
Sol: "I'm sorry, Frankie. I didn't know how to handle it."
Frankie: "Well, good job picking the worst way imaginable."
Frankie: "How long has this been going on?"
Sol: "Well, it's been... I don't know exactly."
Robert: "Twenty years."
Frankie: "Think there was a better time to tell us this? Like, say, any time over the last two decades?"