Mike: That's it. I'm out.
Frankie: Whoa, what do you mean, you're out?
Mike: It was a disaster. It's not that he was even bad. He was just... weird.
Frankie: [sighs] Damn it. I was hoping it was gonna be like the YouTube video where the odd kid on the bench makes the basket and saves the game and everybody loves him.
Mike: Yeah. It wasn't like that.
Frankie: So, what do we do now?
Mike: I told you I'm out. I'm gonna work on something I can understand. The lawn mower.
Frankie: You don't get to be out.
Mike: I'm out.
Frankie: You don't get to be out.