Manny: Mom, I've decided I'm not going to poetry camp.
Gloria: What? Why not?
Manny: 'Cause by the time I come back, Jay will have turned my room into a nursery.
Gloria: No, he won't.
Manny: I'm not his real kid. I'll be as insignificant as a whisper in a windstorm.
Gloria: Oh, listen to you. You have a gift. You have to go to the poetry camp.
Manny: I don't think I can risk it.
Gloria: Manny, please. I have too much to worry about right now. Okay?
Manny: You? I dug a pretty big hole for myself with those insult jokes this morning. Why didn't I learn from Rickles? You gotta end with some ticker.