Frankie: Do I smell barf-y to you?
Mike: If you don't want to have sex tonight, just say it.
Frankie: No, no, it's just that I hugged Axl before, and he had on a barfy t-shirt from his PSATs. You know... I don't know, Mike. I just feel like, with Axl, if I don't push him, nothing gets done and he fails. But if I do push him, he freaks out and fails. What are we supposed to do?
Mike: I don't know. Maybe we should just write him off and let him be a cautionary tale for the other two.
Frankie: No, I'm serious, Mike. Santa Maria!