Frankie: I didn't get the job.
Mike: Aw. Well, don't worry. You'll get 'em next time. Right?
Frankie: I'm not so sure, Mike. Apparently, in order to get a job, you have to know who you are.
Mike: Well, I know who you are. You're someone who needs a job.
Frankie: Well, that's not enough anymore. It's a whole thing now. You gotta be able to sell yourself. I wasn't even able to sell a car. How the Heck am I supposed to sell myself?
Brick: That's true. That is why you got fired.
Frankie: I was not fired, Brick. I was let-- ugh.