Axl: What do all these shoes have in common?
Mike: They stink?
Axl: Wrong. [sniffs] Well, maybe. The correct answer is, none of them have to be shined. Mic drop. Ooh. Shoe drop.
Sue: Well, I am headed back to school. Who knows? Next time you see me [singsong voice] I might have some news.
Mike: Get these shoes off my table, or I'll make you drive with Brick.