Frankie: What do you need for Europe? Get your passport, I'll get your bag ready.
Axl: Wait, is that stuff clean or dirty?
Frankie: Who cares? French people smell bad... everybody loves that about them. Jeans, boxers.
Axl: Am I really doing this? What about Dad?
Frankie: I'll take care of Dad. Oh! Coat. Coat. And, um, umbrella. Book! Gonna need a book for the plane. Ooh, I got one. Okay, this is written as a fictional conversation between a woman and her uterus, but it's really funny. Neck pillow!