Mike: Axl.
Frankie: Come on, Axl. You're sleeping your day away. We've tried to wake you up twice already.
Axl: [muffled] Take a hint.
Mike: It's noon. If we're gonna do anything, we gotta get this thing movin'.
Axl: I already told you I don't wanna go. I was an only child for two years. I'm good.
[Frankie and Mike lift up Axl's bedsheets and roll him off the bed]
Axl: Whoa.
Frankie: Come on. It's gonna be great. Just the three of us. No siblings. It's all about you. What do you wanna do?
Axl: Well, I got one idea, but you're not gonna wanna do it.