Mike: Hey. There you are. Have you seen Axl? We had a whole plan worked out to ambush the green team, and I've been circling the perimeter for 20 minutes. I can't find him anywhere.
Frankie: All this strategy is boring. I thought we would have time to sit and talk with Axl about his hopes and dreams. And instead I've just been running around being target practice.
Mike: Hey, our teenage son is having a good time with us, his parents. You know how rare that is? That's like finding oil in your backyard.