Frankie: [v.o.] In some cities, cars are status symbols, but out here in the middle, it's sensible people with sensible cars.
Axl: Ta-da!
Mike: What is this? You tired of getting eight miles a gallon, you wanted four?
Axl: I'm a school bus driver!
Frankie: Wow. So, when did this happen?
Axl: Well, you guys have been pressuring me to get a job, so I got a job.
Frankie: What do you mean? We didn't pressure you. We haven't said a word since you've been home from Europe.
Axl: I know, which is actually more annoying than when you say something. You guys are always sharing looks.
Frankie: We don't share looks. [Mike and Frankie look at each other as she scoffs]
Axl: Okay. I get it. I'm not an irresponsible college kid anymore, so now, I am a contributing member of society with a job and a salary, but I don't get paid for two more weeks, so I need you to spot me a $20. [they share a look] Oh, my God! You're doing it again!