Sue: Where are we going again?
Frankie: Nowhere.
Axl: That doesn't make sense. You can't go nowhere. You got to go somewhere.
Mike: I told you, Axl. We're out for a Sunday drive.
Axl: I'm sorry. I'm not getting this. Are you guys getting this?
Frankie: It's a drive. There's nothing to get.
Brick: Well, are we gonna stop for lunch?
Mike: No, then we'd be going to lunch. And this is not going to lunch. It's a drive.
Sue: But what is the point?
Mike: The point is to go for a drive. You breathe the air, you look at the scenery. We used to do it all the time when we were kids.
Axl: Oh, my God. Is this a mom idea?
Brick: Definitely smells like a mom idea. She's always looking to make memories on the cheap.
Frankie: Actually, it was your dad's idea, so feel free to direct any complaints to him.