Frankie: Axl. Where's the trash? I need Brick's old backpack.
Axl: I took all the bags to the curb.
Frankie: What? You never take out the trash. Why would you start now?
Axl: Well, Dad told me to do what you say... and I'm Bob, and Bob's supposed to take out the trash.
Frankie: You're not Bob, Axl. You're Pete.
Axl: Gah! I'm three different people, and none of them make you happy.