Mike: Hey, here's a job. "Paleontologist's assistant. Must have Master's degree."
Frankie: That's not fair. You're qualified. You found the damn thing.
Axl: Trust me, Dad. There's no jobs out there, no matter how awesome you may be. Seriously. I texted my résumé to like three places last week.
Mike: You can't just text your résumé places. Times like these, you gotta get out there, work the shoe leather. Finding a job is a job.
Axl: I'd like to quit that job.
Mike: Well, the only way to quit that job is to get a job. And that's why you're going with me to the Orson Job Fair this weekend.
Axl: Oh, God, when do I get time for myself? Job fair? More like unfair.
Mike: When a fine young man like that can't get a job, what hope is there for the rest of us?