Mike: That's it, Axl. How many times I got to tell you?
Axl: Well, I guess more than you did, 'cause I forgot.
Mike: Well, let me jog your memory. I said, "Next sock I find, I'm taking away something big."
Axl: Fine. Whatever. God.
Mike: Fine, whatever?
Axl: Whatever. Punish me. Whatever. Fine.
Mike: Okay, fine, whatever, you're not playing in the game on Saturday. How's that? Is that "fine, whatever" enough for you?
Axl: What? You can't do that. It's my last game of the season.
Mike: No, your last game was your last game of the season. You're benched. Maybe next time, you'll listen harder to what I say.