Sue: Okay. I think I figured out a system for the three of us to share two cars.
Frankie: Sue.
Sue: Just hear me out. I promise you guys won't be inconvenienced at all.
Mike: You're already wrong, but go ahead.
Sue: All righty. Dad, you're the blue line, Mom, you're the red line, and I'm the green car keys. On Monday, I'll drive Mom to work, and Dad will pick her up on his way home from the quarry. Then, after Wrestlerette practice, I'll grab Brick from the library, and Dad will drop Mom at the Frugal Hoosier on his way to his softball game. Now, Tuesday might get a little complicated. It involves four different drop-offs, and Brick would have to drive, but only for one block.

Axl: There you are... finally!
Frankie: Axl, what's going on? Why aren't you at college?
Axl: I have the world's worst roommate. I'm not kidding. The guy is a total pig. He leaves his crap everywhere.
Frankie: Really?
Axl: And he farts constantly, even though he's like two feet from my head!
Sue: Really?
Axl: It's impossible rooming with the guy! He acts like I don't even exist.
Brick: Really?
Mike: Does he eat all your food?
Axl: Yes.

Sue: I am so glad you guys are here. Brad and I canvassed the mall looking for job applications, and I really need help narrowing down my choices. Okay, Tacos Olé has super-cool uniforms, but the Yamamoto Beef Bowl smells amazing! This is so hard! It's just like Sophie's choice. My friend Sophie is getting a puppy for her birthday, and she can't decide between a Corgi and a Beagle.
Frankie: You know, Sue, there's also a movie called Sophie's Choice.
Sue: Oh, really?! Was it about dogs? Was it sad? Oh, wait... don't spoil it for me. I'm gonna go start filling out these job applications. And, you know, a lot of these don't have space for a personal essay. I guess I'll just attach my own.