Axl: Whoa, whoa, whoa. You're not sleeping in here again, are you?
Brick: Yeah, Dad, no offense, but your snoring is unbearable.
Axl: I agree, except for the "no offense" part. Hey, I got an idea. Why don't you go sleep on the nice, comfy couch, huh?
Mike: I got a better idea. Why don't you two buy a house? Then you can decide where people sleep.
Axl: Hey, I pay for groceries! I mean, I haven't yet, but you told me I'm supposed to.
Mike: Look, I'm the dad, and I'm not going anywhere. Besides, I'm starting to warm up to this place. Sue's bed is comfortable, the room smells like flowers, and her unicorn night light lights my path to the bathroom like a runway.
Axl: God, this is so unfair!
Brick: Come on, Dad.
Axl: You're just taking over everything.
Brick: Please! It's just...
Mike: Bup-bup-bup! I don't want to hear it. You two have very nice beds in a very nice house. Now, scamper through that hole in the wall and leave me alone.