Sue: Dad's right. I'm just gonna say it. I am glad that Axl's gone. And I'm not sorry for saying it, either. He insulted me roughly 56 times a day, and that's being conservative. I mean, you guys have no idea how many times it happened.
[flashback to Sue walking by Axl in the school hallway:]
Axl: Dork says, "Hey." [trips Sue]
Sue: Hey!
[flashback to Axl talking to his parents at the dinner table:]
Axl: I'm sorry, but I'm a huge supporter of animal rights, and I just think it's wrong to put a monkey in clothes. [points at Sue]
[flashback to Axl putting his hand on Sue's face:]
Axl: Which finger smells like butt? Which finger smells like butt, huh? Trick question. They all do.
Sue: Aah! Aggh!
[present:]
Sue: But that's all in the past now. Axl's reign of terror is over. We're done being called Pew and Ick. We are done cleaning his room only to find out there was no 10 bucks! Our time has come, Brick. If you won't sit in his chair, I will! We're free now. Our brother can't hurt us anymore. [the airconditioning vent crashes onto Sue's head] Still better than having him here.

Frankie: I can't believe Axl has been texting you this whole time and he won't text me!
Mike: Oh, come on. He's texted you.
Frankie: Oh, I'm sorry. I was wrong. I did get one text. It said, "K-D-J-J-J." Pretty sure it was a butt text. So, yes, I have heard from Axl's butt.
Mike: Well, that's something.
Frankie: [whiny] I just don't get it, Mike! Why won't he text me back?! Why is he doing this to me?! Why won't he answer my calls?!
Mike: Maybe 'cause of that voice right there? I'm just saying, moms can be kind of clingy. You got to be cooler about this.
Frankie: I'm... cool.
Mike: Look, you can't text him all the time. You got to space them out. And if you just called him, maybe wait a couple days before you call him again. Oh, and be sure to hang up first. You don't want to be the rambly one. You want to make him come to you.
Frankie: I'm not trying to date my son.
Mike: Trust me, Frankie, you just got to give him time to miss you.
Frankie: But that could take years!

Mike: Oh, my God! Are you texting Axl as me?
Frankie: What?! No!
Mike: "Hey, hotshot. How about that sports team? And are you getting enough sleep?" Frankie, really?
Frankie: Well, I'm sorry. I want to hear from my son, and I am not too proud to pretend to be you to do it. I'm all left out in the cold while you two are little texting buddies. Text, text, text. "OMG". "LMAO". "Dad's so awesome." "Smiley face. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha." Fine. Just forget it. You can have each other. You just get off on your little bicycle built for two and ride off into the sunset. Just remember this: Sue likes me better, and when she goes off to college, I'm gonna tell her not to call you.
Sue: What?! But I love Dad. I would never do that!
Frankie: [sighs] Go to bed, Sue.