Brick: Oh, God. I really shouldn't have eaten those mashed potatoes.
Axl: You sure it wasn't that pan of pus you sucked down? What's your problem?
Brick: Your plan worked. You got away with it. Dad barely reacted.
Axl: No. No way. Something bad's coming. Dad's way too calm. It's weird. He's got to be furious with me.
Mike: [enters] You guys want to play some football?
Axl: Uh... sure.