Female Voice: [on audio book] "The lights grow brighter as the Earth lurches away from the sun, and now the orchestra is playing yellow"...
Brick: She's stressing the wrong words!
Cindy: I didn't hear that sentence. Go back.
Brick: [sighs] [turns phone off] I just don't get how you can "listen" to a book. There's no fonts to look at, there's no paper to touch. They've removed two of the senses, and the truth is sometimes I lick them, so that's three.

Axl: [voice breaks] I didn't get it, Mommy! Oh, God, I'm the worst! I suck! Ugh!
Frankie: Hey, hey, hey, it's okay. So you didn't get this job. You've got all those other irons in the fire.
Axl: [normal voice] I lied! There's no fire! There's no irons! I was supposed to start job hunting a year ago, and now I'm graduating in May, and I've got nothing... nothing but amazing hair. God, why can't that be enough? Dad, you need a better friend. I hate Bill Norwood.
Mike: You're taking this really well.
Axl: Oh! I got no job prospects! Wait a second... I could take over the diaper business. I have a job. It's perfect.
Frankie: Uh, did we not tell him?
Mike: Here's the thing, Axl. You haven't been around a lot. I sold the business.
Axl: What? I was supposed to be a diaper heiress.
Mike: You wouldn't be an heiress.
Axl: Well, not now. At least I'll get to keep some of the money.
Mike: We spent it on Sue.
Axl: Oh, G... [wheezes]

Axl: Stupid watch! Stupid vest! Nope, don't need these anymore, 'cause I'm not going anywhere.
Frankie: Honey, don't take your clothes off.
Axl: No! These clothes are for winners, and I am a loser. God! You know what? Just face it. I peaked in high school. I'm nothing but a boxer-short-wearing, messy-haired divorcé! I'll just park my 'Bago in the driveway and live out there.
Frankie: So, you really don't have anything else going on, no résumés anywhere, no leads, no job possibilities?
Axl: Oh, Dad, make her stop!
Frankie: I'm sorry. I'm making it worse. Boy problem. Let me know when it's fixed.