Frankie: You know, when you're moving, some boxes are better than others. You want your dry goods... cereals. Oh, your toilet-paper boxes are the belle of the box ball. You see one of those, you snag 'em fast.
Axl: You guys, I told you, I don't have that much stuff. I could just use trash bags.
Frankie: No way. We're sending our boy off in style.
Mike: That's why we're in an alley behind the Frugal Hoosier trolling for boxes.
Randy: This is the only one I could find back there.
Frankie: Unh-unh, Randy. I am not buyin' it. I think you're holding out on me. Now, I didn't want to have to use my pull, but we are members of your Frugal Hoosier Miser's Club.
Mike: Mere points from achieving Tightwad status.
Frankie: Yeah. You got kids? Would you want to send your son off to a prestigious new job with all his stuff in a cruddy little onion box?
Randy: Actually, I thought I'd send my kid off with luggage.
Frankie: Hey, Randy, check the 'tude. Now, I don't know if you're saving 'em for sledding or building a fort for your kids, but I know you got a secret stash. So why don't you march yourself back to wherever you're hiding it and bring mama the good stuff? [Randy sighs] Axl, go watch him. We don't have a lot of time. We still need to get to Bed Bath and Between. New job, new sheets. Gonna send our boy off right!