Frankie: Hey. Is Morgan staying for dinner?
Axl: No.
Frankie: Aw, that's too bad. I found a pan in the drawer. I thought I'd try cooking something. You know, we could always order in.
Axl: [sniffles]
Frankie: Hey. Hey, what's wrong?
Axl: [crying] She broke up with me.
Frankie: What?
Axl: Mom, I feel like I'm dying.
Frankie: Oh. Oh, honey, I know. I know. Shh.
Frankie: [v.o.] Oh, God. I forgot how soft his skin was.