Frankie: [v.o.] The thing is, you can't force a great summer. It just happens.
Axl: Wait. I think I got it. [blows air]
Mike: Make sure your thumbs are right. It's all in the thumbs. [Axl blows through a blade of grass] Hey.
Axl: Epic.
Frankie: [v.o.] I gotta say, of all our summers, that one might've ended up being my favorite. Not that I have any favorites.