Man: Whoa, peach fuzz. You have to be 21 to get in here. Let me see some I.D.
Axl: Actually, I just turned 21, so, uh, thanks for carding me.
Man: Yeah, I'm sorry. I'm not buying it. I have to cut this up.
Axl: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait! Hold on. That's... [chuckles] That's my license. Dad, tell him I'm 21. [Mike turns around and doesn't say a thing] Oh. You got to believe me. I mean, would he be ignoring me this much if he wasn't my real dad? Dad! That's the only license I have! I already sold my fake one to my friend. Dad!
Mike: All right, all right. I'll vouch for him. He's 21.