Byrd: Are you mad?
Oscar: No, but your brother should’ve called sooner.
Ivan: There, all gone-.. let’s get you n’ Robin home.
Wren: Sorry, Frankie.
Frankie: Don’t you worry about it, sweetheart.
[nasty hospital vibes]
Byrd: Are you sure you’re not mad?
Oscar: Mhm.
Byrd: You’re biting your nails though.
Oscar: Hospitals aren’t exactly my favourite.
Byrd: So, you’re mad?
Oscar: No, Byrd.
Byrd: Wren isn’t allowed to sign it, okay? ‘Cause you know she’ll write something rude like P E N I-…
Oscar: [laughs] I hear ya.