Frankie: Axl, I need your help. We have to burn all the sheets and scrub the house down.
Axl: Can't. Aztec paper's due tomorrow.
Frankie: What? I thought that was due next week.
Axl: Yeah. I wrote that down wrong.
Frankie: You're just starting to work on this now? I told you this is 40 percent of your grade. It's your future.
Axl: That's why I've been working on it for the last hour.
Frankie: Do you even have all the supplies you need? Look, it says specifically "an Oxford ReadyClip clear-front report cover."
Axl: Don't we have one of those?
Frankie: I told you. If I can't steal it from Ehlert's, we don't have it.
Axl: Okay, I admit it. I screwed up. Go ahead, yell at me.
Frankie: Oh, you'd like that now, wouldn't you? Well, I don't have the luxury. I've 11 minutes to get to Office Warehouse before it closes. I cannot believe how irresponsible you are. Watch this baby.