Mike: I'm not sending my son halfway around the world when he can't even figure out a way to take his socks off with his hands. I don't get you at all right now, Frankie.
Frankie: Look, it's hard for you to understand 'cause you're not a carefree person. It's not your fault. It's just the way you're made. You're a straight arrow. You know what my mom said when she first met you? You're like a young Henry Fonda.
Mike: Henry Fonda?
Frankie: What's wrong with Henry Fonda?
Mike: Oh, I was thinking of Henry Winkler.
Frankie: What's wrong with Henry Winkler? Look, the point is, you're Henry Fonda and me and Axl are... Errol Flynn. We're swashbucklers. We're carefree.
Mike: You know who else is carefree? Rusty.
Frankie: Yeah, but Axl's not like Rusty. He's a 23-year-old kid who just wants to have an amazing experience.
Mike: There's no such thing as a 23-year-old kid. He's a 23-year-old man who's got to stop putting off being a man and face reality.
Frankie: Yeah, well, reality bites the bazoonie.
Mike: Eh, well, the sooner he finds that out, the sooner he can get used to it. While you and Axl are off swashbuckling, it's my job in this family to keep our feet on the ground. I feel strongly about this, Frankie. You got to back me up here.
Frankie: Fine. If Axl's not going, maybe Kenny will invite me. [laughs] Just kidding. Boo, Europe.