Mike: Hey, last year when Jack Meenahan won, you said, "Don't worry, Dad, we'll get him next year." "We." For that reason alone, I bet him the loser this year has to mow the other guy's lawn for a year.
Axl: Yeah, well, that was lame. [scoffs]
Mike: Know what's lame? Thinking everything's lame is lame. That's what's lame.
Axl: Whatever.
Mike: What I just yelled was lame, wasn't it?
Frankie: Well, we're not allowed to yell what we really want to.