Frankie: Really? A recruiter is coming to our house? Is this real? Is this really real? So help me, if you're lying about this, Axl, I will punch you in the throat.
Mike: Wait, when's he coming? Tuesday's good. That way you can talk about the Monday night game. No, wait-- Friday. That way he's thinking about you the rest of the weekend. Oh, damn it. Now I can't make up my mind.
Frankie: Oh, my God. Someone could help us pay for Axl's college. Mike, this means we might be able to retire in our early 90s. I love you.
Mike: Sports hug!