Axl: [sighs] Come on. Now he's just reading from some lame catalogue. This is mind-blowingly boring.
Frankie: Hey, if you were talking for the whole day, we might find what you have to say boring, too. I've lost a half an hour of my life listening to you talk about how you can eat a meatball sub without using your hands.
Axl: Oh, yeah, and you're not boring? "How did this bruise get on my hip, and why won't it go away?" "Yesterday, it was more blue, but today, it's more yellow, and I don't even know how it got there." What's today's bruise report, Mom? I didn't get my newsletter.
Mike: You do talk an awful lot about your bruise, Frankie.
Frankie: I'm just trying to fill the air with words, Mr. "How was your day? Fine."
Mike: My day was fine. [sighs] I'm not gonna embellish just to entertain you.
Sue: I agree. Dad is the most boring.
Axl: You know how boring you are, Sue? You can't even get voted "Most boring."
Brick: Excuse me. I'd be happy to listen to whatever it is you're talking about on your birthdays, but right now we are discussing... Oddly shaped fruits.
Axl: [sighs] Oh... my... God.