Frankie: [v.o.] And then, just as the buzzer was about to go off, Mike decided to take one last shot, a shot that couldn't possibly miss.
Mike: Axl, wait. If someone would just help me out by, uh, clearing my plate, it, uh, might change my mind and make me want to do something nice in return. It's practically in there already. Just put it in the sink. Literally, just move it 6 inches into the sink.
Axl: Why would you think I'm in the mood to help you? I've been giving you signs all week that I'm upset with you, and you just don't get it. God! How obvious do I have to be?