Axl: I got all B's in college. I got all B's. I'm a straight-up "B" student!
Frankie: Oh, my God! Axl, we're so proud of you!
Mike: Way to go, Axl! Wow.
Axl: Yeah. You know what this means? In your face!
Frankie: What? What are you talking about?
Axl: The deal.
[flashback to Axl lounging on the couch:]
Mike: Don't you have a test tomorrow?
Axl: I got it under control. Relax.
Frankie: Okay, fine, we'll leave you alone. But if you don't get at least B's this semester, you're moving home.
Axl: Fine, but if I do get all B's, you can't talk to me all summer.
Mike: Fine.
Frankie: Yeah, you got it.