Mike: Hey, Axl, do you know what this goes to?
Axl: No, but I know what this goes to... my head! I am totally stressing out. I'm up all night thinking about toxic apples and profit margins and cupcakes with toes in them. I mean, why does my boss love me so much? Why am I so damn charming?!
Frankie: Aw, honey, don't worry. [hugs Axl] It's gonna be... Ooh! Have you gained weight? You got a little love handle.
Axl: Is it noticeable? Oh, God, my pants barely fit. I'm on the last hole in my belt. I am totally eating my feelings. This job is killing me.
Mike: You only work 10 hours a week.
Axl: Uh, excuse me... do you have a conference call with the board of directors at 10:00 this morning?
Mike: Do you?
Axl: No. But I'm in charge of connecting everybody. [to Sue] Oh! Don't look at me! I'm hideous!