Adam: Hey, you two! Everyone in here getting along and running for all the right reasons?
Erica: Oh, you know it. It's just me, my two legs, and the open road. Melting away the worries of the day.
Adam: Your teeth are gritted, but I'm just gonna chalk that up to, let's say, runner's high?

Barry: [o.s.] Caw-caw, caw-caw. Adam!
Adam: Consider being a good person while I attend to the whippoorwill in our hallway.
Barry: Out here. Bird sounds. [whistling]

Adult Adam: [v.o.] Barry and I were determined to make it a great Thanksgiving for our mom. But tensions were simmering as much as my mom's triple-cheesy potatoes au gratin.
Beverly: Uh, without exaggeration, I have literally pulled the greatest meal in history out of my remarkably toned tuchus.

Mr. Glascott: And everything smells scrumptious, Bev. And the painful sting of not being on the original guest list hasn't dampened my excitement. Praise all.

Pop-Pop: Uh, Marvin, tell us more about the job.
Marvin: I'm a bank teller. I sit behind a cage. And I get to see how much more money everyone else has than me.
Barry: Boom! I think we fully covered Marvin's career journey. Next topic, let's say turtles.
Erica: Geoff, how many turtles passed you on the way to the finish line?
Adam: Mr. Glascott, I'll bet you've got something to say about turtles.
Mr. Glascott: Indeed I do. I had two turtles growing up... Sheldon and Michelle.

Mr. Glascott: Oh, I know how to reclaim the elusive festive spirit. Adam, why don't you go put on that adorable turkey costume you had on this morning.
Geoff: Turkey costume?
Adam: No, no. I was wearing Barry's Eagles jersey. Mr. Glascott gets his large birds mixed up.
Mr. Glascott: I can abide many an insult. But I do not get my large birds mixed up.

Barry: Adam, do something.
Adam: Oh, like you got a great handle on the Marvin-Pop-Pop fiasco!
Barry: I knew you were the wrong partner to try to save Thanksgiving with!
Adam: How dare you! I entered a running race for this. A running race!

Adult Adam: [v.o.] Thanksgiving can be a tricky time. It can be stressful, bring out the worst in us. Especially when you're missing people who've always been there. But the best traditions endure. Sometimes you even add new faces to the mix. And all these years later, even though we're all grown up and have families of our own, we always come back to my mom's. And it always feels like magic.

Barry: Ugh! Ugh, no. I don't need to see your lady business as I eat my evening cereal.
Erica: Relax, this is beautiful and natural. So just get over it. [doorbell rings]
Mr. Glascott: [enters] Hey, neighbors. [gasps] Oh, look at you. Providing life-giving nourishment.
Erica: Uh, this is a little...
Barry: What's the matter? Not enjoying your invasive neighbor eyeballing you?
Erica: I'm just gonna take the baby upstairs for unrelated reasons.
Mr. Glascott: So, Barry, you needed something?
Barry: That was it.
Mr. Glascott: Okay.

Barry: Mom, you can't do this to us.
Adam: This blows. I have nothing to be thankful for, except all the world has given me. Dad wouldn't want this.
Lou Schwartz: The boy's right. No one hated Linda's cooking more than Murray.
Barry: Maybe the best way to honor Dad this year for Thanksgiving is to have it right where it should be... right here at home.
Beverly: Oh, it's sweet how much it means to you two.
Adam: So what do you say, Mama?
Beverly: Well, it's a lot of work in a short amount of time, but... Thanksgiving is back at the Goldbergs'!
Lou Schwartz: Huzzah!
Barry: Yes!
Adam: Thanksgiving is saved from Linda!