Axl: [voice breaks] I didn't get it, Mommy! Oh, God, I'm the worst! I suck! Ugh!
Frankie: Hey, hey, hey, it's okay. So you didn't get this job. You've got all those other irons in the fire.
Axl: [normal voice] I lied! There's no fire! There's no irons! I was supposed to start job hunting a year ago, and now I'm graduating in May, and I've got nothing... nothing but amazing hair. God, why can't that be enough? Dad, you need a better friend. I hate Bill Norwood.
Mike: You're taking this really well.
Axl: Oh! I got no job prospects! Wait a second... I could take over the diaper business. I have a job. It's perfect.
Frankie: Uh, did we not tell him?
Mike: Here's the thing, Axl. You haven't been around a lot. I sold the business.
Axl: What? I was supposed to be a diaper heiress.
Mike: You wouldn't be an heiress.
Axl: Well, not now. At least I'll get to keep some of the money.
Mike: We spent it on Sue.
Axl: Oh, G... [wheezes]