Barry: What the hell, JTP? Why are we not taken seriously?
Andy: Well, in the last presidential election, you both wrote in Spuds MacKenzie.
Barry: Yeah. He's a Beltway outsider who understands our generation.
Naked Rob: The only thing in your guys' freezer is a dozen snowballs.
Barry: For a summer sneak attack on those smug sixth graders down the block.
Matt: And you both literally fall down laughing whenever I mention my grandma's angina.
Barry: [chuckles] To lighten the mood.

Beverly: "Enchanted Waters"? Isn't that from that time travel movie we just watched with, um, Marcus J. Frogs?
Adam: You know what? It's your night. I'll give you that.

Adult Adam: [v.o.] To prove that they were a serious couple, Barry and Joanne decided to have a serious adult dinner party, or at least their version of one.
Barry: Good eventide, dear guests.
Erica: Sorry, we're here to see my nut so brother.
Barry: How droll. May I take your coats?
Linda Schwartz: He sees that we're not wearing any, doesn't he?
Lou Schwartz: I'm not sure what's happening.
Geoff: Nice suit, Bar. Where are the rest of the Blues Brothers?
Barry: What a pleasant bon mot, dearest friend, Geoffrey. I purchased this at Macy's, in the adult section.

Adult Adam: [v.o.] Back in the '80s, I loved making movies, and the flick that lit my fuse was Back to the Future. To me, Michael J. Fox as Marty McFly was the epitome of cool, and I had props to prove it. Like, all of them.
Marvin: DeLorean.
Adult Adam: Man, I loved that movie, no matter how many times I saw it.
Adam: It's official. 31 viewings and it still holds up.
Pop-Pop: Ah, it's no Guns of Navarone.
Adam: You say that about every movie, Pop-Pop. Including, oddly, The Guns of Navarone.

Erica: Adam, why do you wear that dumb vest every time you watch it?
Adam: It puts me in the experience. Plus, my bosom area runs chilly.
Beverly: You don't need a vest. Mama will make sure her baby's boy-bosom stays warm.
Carmen: Is it better or worse that she says those things in front of me?
Erica: Mom, don't be like that creepy lady in the movie who's got the hots for her son.
Beverly: Excuse me, but I would hardly call the greatest mother-son romance of all time "creepy".

Barry: Silence. I, who dominate all tenses... past, present, future, summer, and fall... have figured out the movie's lesson.
Erica: Well, he's gonna say it anyway, so what'cha got, Bar?
Barry: That Doc Brown is nothing but trouble, so never make friends with the elderly. Sorry, Pop-Pop.
Pop-Pop: No, don't apologize. I'm good with it.

Adam: I think the movie explores the age-old question... what would you do if you could go back and change the past?
Pop-Pop: Not a damn thing.
Adam: I'm sorry, didn't your wife take off, so you abandoned your sons to fend for themselves?
Pop-Pop: I know what I'd change. I'd sit more.
Beverly: I'd go back to when my three Schmoos were at William Penn. Oh, we'd totally be besties.
Erica: Somehow, time travel is the most believable part of what you just said.

Beverly: Also, I don't want to go alone, and the next day, I'm throwing Muriel a surprise first birthday party.
Erica: Yeah, no need to whisper. It's Sunday at 10:00 and they're taking you to the park first, so act surprised.
Pop-Pop: Yeah, babies don't know crap. She still thinks I got her nose. [chuckles] It's a thumb, dumb-dumb.

Carmen: Adam, you should take your mom to her reunion.
Adam: Me? You know I'm Adam, right?
Beverly: Carmen, listen to me carefully... I finally like you now.
Adam: It's not happening.
Carmen: But she doesn't want to go alone.
Adam: I wish I could, but, you know, I've gotta think of an excuse... dammit! There was too much pressure. Diarrhea! Is that something?
Carmen: Marty McFly would do anything to help his mother.
Adam: All right, fine. It's a date. Oh, no! Wrong words!
Beverly: Yay! I have a date for the reunion, and he's adorable! [chuckles] I'm gonna chew on my sweet, sweet arm candy. [barking]

Adult Adam: [v.o.] It was 1980-something, and Barry and Joanne had been living together for a while now, but had finally put their own special stamp on the place.
Barry: Welcome to the homestead! We made some changes since you were here last.
Erica: Is that an arcade claw machine where the sofa should be?
Joanne: Ahem, that's a skill crane to sharpen my baby's surgical skills.
Barry: For instance, this morning, I extracted a plush dolphin on the third try. That could someday be somebody's infected spleen.
Geoff: In that case, three suddenly seems like too many tries.