Adult Adam: [v.o.] While my mom's night was ruined, Erica was jumping in with both feet... Or at least one.
Professor Wilma Howell: In front of each station is a real human foot. You and your partner will be dissecting it and identifying the bones, muscles, and tendons. Good luck.
Barry: Okay. Here's how this is gonna go. You do nothing, and we both get the "A" I deserve.
Erica: No way. I got this. I'm ready. [Barry sighs] Whoa. That's, like, the real thing.
Barry: So lithe and elegant. Probably a ballerina.
Erica: Don't make it a person.

Adult Adam: [v.o.] My mom's murder-mystery party had gone bust, but every good m*rder mystery has a twist.
Adam: Everyone, stop! I figured out who crabbed Bill and bedazzled Ginzy!
Beverly: Adam, it's over.
Adam: Not yet. You're all gonna want to see this. Our criminal mastermind is...
Murray: Me? What are you talking about? I don't do things.
Adam: And yet you did. In order to help you understand what happened, I shall need to take you through the events of the evening step by step. First, everyone showed up, and Mrs. Schwartz was hurtful when she said, [as Linda] "You look like Fred Savage at the Emmys."
Linda Schwartz: I don't think I said it like that.
Adam: And Mr. Lewis was all, [as Bill] "Jimminy Criminy! We're here for the murder!"
Bill Lewis: Kid's a regular Rich Little.
Adam: Then Virginia arrived with her deadly mushroom cups.
Virginia Kremp: They weren't deadly. They were a hit.

Mr. Glascott: Well, I think the whole evening was delicious. Just to reiterate, my first name is John.

Beverly: Murray, you could've seriously hurt Bill.
Murray: Nah, I saw him accidentally eat some popcorn shrimp at a Sixers game. I figured it was worth it.
Bill Lewis: For fun like that, you can play fast and loose with my life anytime.

Beverly: Wait. Y-You all had a good time?
Linda Schwartz: Big time.
Dolores: So much.
Mr. Glascott: I need all your numbers.
Virginia Kremp: My coat is still ruined.
Beverly: But why? Why did you do this?
Murray: I guess I just felt bad that I screwed up your big night.
Beverly: That is the sweetest thing you have ever done for me.
Murray: Really?
Adult Adam: [v.o.] For the ones you love, you got to step out of your comfort zone, even when all you can do is own up to your mistakes.

Pops: You okay, kiddo?
Erica: No. I screwed up college again. I'm not pre-med. I'm not pre-anything.
Pops: Mm. That's okay. You'll figure it out.
Erica: What if I don't? I already went down one wrong path with music. What if it happens again?
Pops: It might.
Erica: Well, that's not comforting at all.
Pops: Life's full of a million paths. I'm still trying out new ones myself.
Erica: Really?
Pops: Sure. Your major doesn't matter. What matters is your passion, and that, you got tons of.
Erica: I guess.
Pops: I know. And you should probably use some of it to fix what happened with your brother.

Adult Adam: [v.o.] In that moment, Erica realized what Pops had been trying to say all along. There was one way only she could help Barry.
Barry: Please. I need this class.
Professor Wilma Howell: Mr. Goldberg, I've made up my mind.
Erica: Reconsider.
Professor Wilma Howell: I'm sorry?
Erica: Exhibit A, Barry's last test... The highest grade in the entire class. Exhibit B, a letter from Dr.Milgrom certifying Barry's internship this summer. And Exhibit C, Barry's time card from Abbington Memorial, where he volunteers.
Professor Wilma Howell: What's your point?
Erica: My point is, Barry's always wanted to be a doctor, and he's gonna be a damn good one. Are you really gonna take his future from him because of my screw-up?
Professor Wilma Howell: Wow. You advocated for your brother better than he could for himself.
Barry: I wrote an apology rap.
Professor Wilma Howell: Yeah, which I don't want to hear again. You're back in. Now please leave.

Mr. Glascott: There he is! My murder-mystery buddy! We fraternize outside these walls. [laughs]
Adam: Please keep it down. I already have a precarious social dynamic that doesn't need "teacher's friend" added to the mix.
Mr. Glascott: So, did anyone ask about me? Um, Ginzy? Lou? That sassy Bill?
Adam: I haven't spoken to my parents' friends about anything because I'm in high school and they're old.
Mr. Glascott: Good times. So, when is the next evening of merriment and laughter?
Adam: I'm just gonna write down Mrs. Kremp's phone number because it's the only one I know.
Mr. Glascott: Finally. [chuckles] 867-5... Eh, this is from a song!

Adam: Good evening. Bitterfrost the Butler at your service, sir.
Linda Schwartz: And so cute in your little-boy tuxedo, just like Fred Savage at the Emmys.
Adam: I know not of what you speak, ma'am. I was born to a scullery maid.
Dolores: Ooh! He is not breaking character. So fun! And possibly annoying.

Virginia Kremp: We're here. I brought mushroom caps. I'm Lady Alabaster.
Essie Karp: And I'm Kitchen Helper Number One. No name given.
Beverly: Well, remember, Essie, it's better for the help to be seen and not heard.
Essie Karp: You invited me.