Frankie: Axl, why is your textbook in the exact same position it was in this morning? It hasn't moved.
Axl: There. It's moved. Happy?
Frankie: Hey. You watch your tone, mister.
Axl: What tone? You're always imagining this tone. Ugh, God. Why do you have to ride me all the time?
Frankie: [v.o.] And then I got an idea. A brilliant, glorious idea. I would film my kids and show them what they sounded like.
Axl: ...until you achieve total mind control?