Beverly: I'm gonna make us a dinner reservation at Red Lobster. Now, it's not Lobstober, or Shrimptember, or Clamuary, so you're gonna have to order carefully.

Beverly: Wow, I am stuffed. What do you say we go home and burn off some of these calories with a little bedazzling?

Beverly: If spending time with your mother is some kind of torture, then I'll just walk home. Stop the car.

Beverly: Thank you for seeing me home safely, officer. It was very kind. You must be a wonderful son.

Beverly: Your shading and tones don't quite capture my loving essence but I appreciate the effort.

Beverly: Dreams? Who said dreams? Momma's here. I support you.

Beverly: Remember, you smush, I push. Fair warning, she's gonna get extremely upset and she will throw something at you. I apologize in advance 'cause I'm gonna let it happen.

Beverly: And a pen to draw on the first dorkus who falls asleep - I'm looking at you, Dave Sirota.

Erica: Forget the mills. We need to think bigger. The greatest songs are always about love. About loss and yearning. About driving all night. And Islands in the Stream. And seconding that emotion. Love is a battlefield.
Barry: Exactly. It's a battlefield! And you gotta crush your enemies, like a ninja. A ninja of love!
Erica: Love Ninja!
Barry: That's it. We did it. We changed the world.

Beverly: Cuddle bear, no. You drank the mold.