Axl: Ta-da! Say hello to your new bus driver.
Brick: What happened to Rhonda?
Axl: She was using her rifle as a crutch. She shot her foot off.
Brick: The other one?!
Axl: Eh.
Brick: Oh. No offense, Axl, I don't want you to be my bus driver. This is my big sophomore year. I'm a single man now, and the bus is a traveling meat market. In the winter, when it gets dark by 4:00, that's when things happen. [sighs] Look, if we're gonna do this, I can't have you cramping my style. You don't look at me. You don't talk to me.
Axl: Hey, you stay behind that white line and don't bring any gum or hazardous materials on this bus and we'll be just fine. [Frankie and Mike share a look] Saw that!