Frankie: Hey, Mike, have you seen that envelope with my driver's licence from the D.M.V.? I need it for work. Why is this place such a mess?
Axl: [groans]
Frankie: [v.o.] That one over there would be Axl. Since he hit 15, he hibernates in his room and only comes out to paw through our food and shoot off sarcastic comments.
Axl: Oh, we're out of chips. Nice job, Mom.
Frankie: Yeah, I can't hear you if you don't have pants on.