Frankie: "Dear Mr. and Mrs. Norwood, thank you for the wallet. I really..." "Dear Mrs. Purdy, thank you for writing a recommendation for..." For what, Axl? You didn't finish it. [Axl shakes his head] Oh, my God. There's millions of thank-you notes in here! Are you telling me you didn't send these out?!
Axl: I didn't know where they were. If you'd rake more often, this wouldn't be a problem.
Frankie: I don't believe this. This is for your high school graduation... money for your birthday... What?! This is from when you were 5!
Axl: I'm sorry, but you always said thank-you notes got to be more than one sentence, and two sentences is hard.
Frankie: One of them is "Thank you." How hard could that be? And look at this... I even addressed the envelopes for you and put a stamp on them!
Axl: Oh, my God, Mom! You're making way too big a deal out of this.
Frankie: All I'm saying is that when people take the time to give you something, you should take the time to say "Thank you." It's just what people do.
Axl: Nobody cares about things as much as you care about things.
Frankie: Well, you should care! Now, you are gonna send out these thank-you notes, even if they're eight years too late. And if anybody asks you, you tell them that this is on you, because I did my job. I will take the hit for sporadic flushing, but I am not a bad parent.
Mike: The school called. They want us to come down. Seems like there's a problem with Brick.
Frankie: You couldn't have told me that outside?