Axl: Ah, Mom, this is awesome. You never make ribs.
Frankie: Well, we had some extra, and I thought you might like to eat something home-cooked. Well, home-reheated, actually.
Axl: Are you really gonna let me ride your motorcycle after this?
Mike: Sure. Take it for a spin.
Frankie: And if you're still looking for a chair for the 'Bago, we never use the one in Sue's anymore.
Axl: Oh. This is the best dinner ever.
Mike: So, son... How's school?
Axl: Oh, my God. This is a trap. You tricked me! You just wanted to talk to me. It's a trick. It's a talk-trick. Well, I'm just gonna finish these ribs, ride your motorcycle, grab my chair, and then I'm out of here.