Mike: Hey! That's my good funeral jacket.
Frankie: What's going on? How did it go?
Axl: It sucked! That stupid jacket ruined my confidence, and that's the one thing I have... totally unearned confidence. And no wonder it's your funeral jacket. I died in it, like, 30 times.
Frankie: Oh, I'm sure it wasn't that bad.
Axl: Blood was dripping down my hand!
Frankie: Oh, yeah, that's bad.
Mike: [sighs] Sounds like you could use a swim.
Axl: A swim?! My God! I'm about to graduate, and I got no job! This is not supposed to happen to me. I'm Axl Heck. I'm a winner. [panting] Or, at least, I was.