Dewey: Francis, you have to get a life.
Francis: I have a life. I've got my hobbies, my bus bench, the guys at the apartment pool.
Dewey: I'm only 12, and I can see that this is a dead end.
Francis: Oh, yo you know what I should do better than I do. You're just like Mom.
Dewey: Maybe Mom has a point. Maybe just hanging out by the pool isn't going to be the stepping-stone you're hoping for.
Francis: You never supported me!
Dewey: All I'm saying is jobs don't just drop out of the sky.
Francis: I hate you!