Frankie: All right, Axl...
Axl: Uh, I'm sorry. Knock? It's called being polite. But since you're here, could you bring me some ham?
Frankie: I'm not bringing you ham.
Axl: My God! It's four feet away. It would take no effort at all for you to just get that for me. Mom, just think about how you could be more giving to other people.
Frankie: You got no time to eat, anyway, Axl. You're coming with me to get Aunt Edie's table.
Axl: Mm, well, I hope you have somewhere to put it 'cause you're not putting it in my room.
Frankie: This is not your room, Axl.
Axl: Ugh! Why do you suddenly have such a need for a dining-room table, anyway? Are the Gatsbys coming to dinner?