Bob: Look, Frankie, if he doesn't get it done, he doesn't get it done. It's not your job to save him.
Frankie: Bob, you don't know what happened. They already think he's a nerd.
Bob: All right, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. I was a nerd.
Frankie: Uh-huh.
Bob: Blows your mind, right?
Frankie: Yeah.
Bob: Best thing my folks ever did was let me fail. Everything. They didn't put training wheels on my bike. Broke my wrist three times. But I learned. Now every time I think I can't do something, I just listen to the click of my wrist.
Frankie: [v.o.] Clearly, Bob had terrible, terrible parents. But there was a grain of truth to what he was saying.