Frankie: [v.o.] The teen years. The clothes may change, the hair may change, what gets pierced may change... but one thing doesn't change, teenagers suck. The crying, the mood swings, the unpredictable behavior.
Frankie: Axl, you better get up or you're gonna miss the bus. I am not telling you again. Get up. Get up. Get up.
Axl: Hey.
Frankie: You're up.
Axl: Yeah, I got up early, decided to take the trash out to the curb. Got the paper for you. That's a pretty blouse, Mom.
Frankie: [v.o.] Like I said. Unpredictable behavior.
Mike: [to Frankie] Okay, I'll search his backpack. You go over there and very casually check his breath.
Frankie: Okay. Don't look, but he's actually pouring cereal into a bowl. I said, don't look.
Mike: What's his game?
Frankie: You know what? He's 16 now. Maybe we're through the worst of the teen crap. Maybe he's grown up. Maybe things are finally about to get a little easier around here now.