Axl: Oh, my God. I've been trying to tell you. You know, it doesn't take Freud to realize I've been crying out for help. Why else would I keep coming home for no reason? Why else would I forget the forms? I'm acting totally irresponsible and immature. I'm not myself at all.
Mike: Are you kidding me? What is so hard about playing football? Is it the cheerleaders hanging all over you? All the special attention? Or is it the fact that it pays for your college?
Axl: I have one year left at school. I don't want to waste it on something that's not going anywhere. I want to focus more on my classes or maybe get an internship or just have fun. I want to hang out with my friends.
Mike: Oh, okay, then why don't you go for the "hang out with my friends" scholarship?
Axl: I happen to know there is no such scholarship. Your sarcasm is very hurtful. I'm quitting, and we're done talking about it.
Mike: We're done when I say I'm done.
Axl: Stranger danger! This is not my dad.
Mike: What is wrong with you?
Axl: What is wrong with you?!
Mike: Get back out here! Axl! Don't you drive this house away from me!