Frankie: Hmm. You know, if you throw a few snack cakes in your bag and bring them home, I could help you brainstorm while I'm watching Salmonella Ruined My Wedding.
Axl: I'm not stealing for you. This job is about one thing... Escaping this soulless, zombie, blue-collar prison you two are stuck in.
Mike: We're counting on you, son!
Frankie: I told you we inspired him. All this time we thought we were failures, turns out we're a cautionary tale. [engine turns over]
Mike: We're like a "Scared Straight" program. [tires screech]