Axl: [yawns] Hey, Brick. [clears throat] I think I broke Dad today. Have you noticed he's been, like, slowing down a little lately?
Brick: Hmm. I don't know. I mean, he does seem to moan more when he sits down. And last week, he increased my allowance so I would tie his shoes.
Axl: [inhales sharply] I beat him for the first time in basketball the other day, and, uh, it felt so good. But then I beat him two more times, and it didn't feel as good. Do you think that's weird?
Brick: I know you don't pay that much attention to me, but I'm not really a sports person.
Axl: [scoffs] It's not just a sports thing, Brick. I-I'm not supposed to beat Dad at anything.
Brick: Why?
Axl: 'Cause Dad's Dad. He's like, you know, all powerful and stuff.
Brick: So why don't you just let him win?
Axl: Well, 'cause if I let him win, he'll think I feel sorry for him, and he'll feel even worse. If I'm gonna play him, I got to try my hardest, and if I try my hardest, I will beat him. See, this is where my awesomeness works against me.