Axl: [blows whistle] Hey! No running! How many times have I gotta tell you?! You think I like yelling?! I don't wanna have to say it again! [groans]
Frankie: Hi, honey. How's it going?
Axl: Oh, my God. It's horrible! Kids are running everywhere, and I'm responsible for 'em, so if they fall down, I gotta get 'em a Band-Aid. If they make a mess, I gotta clean it up. I'm constantly yelling at 'em, but do they listen? No! You have no idea what it's like.
Frankie: Oh, I might have some idea.