Axl: So, Dad... How'd it feel in the 1800s when you won the record?
Mike: Felt pretty damn good. 'Course, uh, mine was all net, didn't roll around the rim like yours did.
Axl: Ooh. You know what'd be cool? Maybe someday my kid will beat my record.
Mike: Hmm.
Axl: 'Course he'll beat yours first.
Mike: Hmm. Oh, no! Too bad. I think what you meant was... Hee-hee!
Axl: So you still need help with those gutters?
Mike: Nah. Truth is, gutters don't bother me. It's more your mom's thing.
Frankie: [v.o.] So as it turned out, we had three trophies to put up on the mantle. Sure, Mike's wasn't in the case at school anymore, but I don't think he minded. 'Cause when you get down to it, what really is our legacy? Is it a trophy, a record, or is it something more?