Kevin, who has made no apparent attempt to leave the chair where Frank last left him, pounces at the opportunity to irritate someone else. Frankie, man, I'm so glad you're home. His hands gesticulate wildly. Look at all the folks in this country that are buying satellite dishes. See, the way business is done around here, it's all run by corporate fat cats.
Monopolies is what they are, virtual consumer electronic cartels always stamping out the underdog.
But then I got to thinking. It's a big world. There's places like Fiji or, uh, the Bahamas or, you know, those other islands. Having recently returned to consciousness, Irv interrupts his diatribe with a groan. Kevin chuckles at his own joke.