Sue: Hey, Axl. Bologna, huh? That's a great choice. Hey, you know, I can carry that stuff. It'd be no problem.
Axl: Haven't you done enough already? First, you knock me out of football, now you gotta brag about how you're able to carry stuff?
Sue: No. I mean, I can carry it for you.
Axl: Oh.
Sue: Look, Axl, I know how much football means to you, and I would never do anything to ruin that, or your chance of getting a college scholarship. I am so very sorry, very, very, very sorry for spraining your foot. I mean, if I could go back a-and run over my own foot with the car, I would, but I don't think it's physically possible to do that from the driver's seat.
Axl: Well, if anyone could do it, you could.