Axl: Hey.
Frankie: Oh, my God.
Axl: I know. Figured if I want to get a real job, I probably shouldn't look like some dude in a jam band. I appreciate you guys being so cool about it.
Mike: Uh, not that cool. I snuck into your room a couple times with hedge clippers. Your mom stopped me.
Axl: It was time. I want my own place. I want posters with frames and fine, pressed-wood things that I care about. Before, I was saying I was looking for a job, but honestly, I was kinda half-assin' it. But from now on, I'm on it full-time. Tomorrow, I'm getting up and hitting the job sites early... Maybe 11:00. Ha. I'm kidding. Kidding. 9:30... ish.