Barry: Uh-oh. Trouble in nerd paradise?
Adam: Barry, not now.
Barry: You two should hash things out in coach, where commoners like yourselves stare out the window and dream of better lives that will never materialize.
Adam: Okay, Bar, it's painfully clear you're insecure about Ren's parents being rich.
Barry: Am not. I don't care she has a butler with a turban, like in Annie. Just take your bickering to the air slums.

Adam: Brea, I'm sorry about all the Airplane! jokes.
Brea: So you'll stop and we can talk?
Adam: Of course. What's on your mind?
Barry: Hey, the fog is getting thicker.
Adult Adam: [v.o.] One of the best Airplane! bits. Barry knew I was powerless to the comedy and had to finish the joke.
Adam: And Leon's getting larger!
Brea: I'm out.
Adam: I'm sorry! He set me up! But you gotta admit it's a classic line.

Brea: Enjoy first class, Barry.
Barry: Tell Ren I'll grab a cookie, get the lay of the land, and send for her.

Adam: Too many Airplane! jokes? Impossible.
Barry: What's impossible is how sweet the sea beef is. [chuckles] I'm gonna mow through three more and get Ren.

Erica: Yo, idiots.
Barry: Erica? How'd you get up here?
Erica: Yeah, I defeated the impenetrable security that is a curtain with Velcro. Listen up, because the rest of this trip is going to be hell.

Barry: What does this button do?
Captain Roger: I told you not to touch anything.
Adam: Check it out! It's Otto the Autopilot from Airplane!. I'll take it from here!
Captain Roger: Do not touch the controls with your toy!
Adam: Toy? This is a certified replica movie prop.
Barry: [over P.A.] Attention, passengers, this is your new top gun, Barry Goldberg, call sign Strike Eagle Seven. Prepare yourselves for a barrel roll.
Captain Roger: Get off that!
Adam: Otto's got a leak. We need to make an emergency landing... Or get some Scotch tape.
Barry: Look, this button says "fuel dump." Ha ha ha! Dump!
Captain Roger: No!

Beverly: Listen up, sweet pits of my peach. What's the greatest thing to ever happen to this family?
Adam: When Barry fell in Aunt Dotty's open grave.
Erica: [laughs] Best day of our lives.
Barry: We were grieving, and I brought joy.
Beverly: Even better! We're flying to Miami! [laughs] [Barry laughs] [sings] ♪ Come on, shake your body Baby, do the conga ♪ ♪ I know you can't control yourself any longer ♪ [talks] Come on, Erica, take on the rhythm of the night!

Beverly: [conga music plays] [sings] ♪ Come on, shake your body Baby, do the conga ♪ ♪ I know you can't control yourself any longer ♪ Come on, kids. Feel the pulsing rhythm of Mama's hips! Whoo! [Geoff and Barry groan as Beverly backs into them]

Beverly: This trip is gonna be so special. [chuckles]
Erica: How special? Why did you pack me a cocktail dress?
Beverly: Just in case.
Erica: Just in case what?
Beverly: In case, uh, Edward James Olmos invites us for Mojitos on his cigarette boat. [chuckles] You got to keep an open mind.
Erica: The only thing open are my eyes. You're definitely up to something, and I'm gonna find out what.
Adam: [car horn honking] Yeah, Dad did an angry eight-point turn in the driveway. He's ready.

Adult Adam: [v.o.] Packing may not have been our bag, but we were on our way to...
[title: "The Airport"]
Adult Adam: [v.o.] We were all super excited to go to Miami, except for my dad, who was totally terrified of flying.
Murray: How do they get all that metal up in the air? It makes no sense.
Barry: It also doesn't make any sense how much you're sweating.
Adam: Ha! He thinks we're all gonna die. This guy.
Murray: If the plane doesn't kill you, I will.