Bill: You're a Giants fan? Why the hell do you live in Philadelphia?
Murray: He's got a point. Unlike the Giants last season.

Murray: I just had lunch with Bill Lewis. You know, once you get past the shiny head, not so awful.

Murray: Barry, get off the phone! I can hear you breathing.
Barry: Ask him how he's feeling, then compliment his phone voice.

Beverly: You focus on the music and leave the rest to us. By the time we're done, Juliard will be begging you to go. Just trust, momma.
Erica: Nothing crazy.
Beverly: You got it, schmoopie.
We gotta figure out how to get a white stallion down here.

Adam: Okay, I watched seven straight hours of MTV and I cracked their formula. A music video is one part thumping bass, one part big hair, and one part animated dancing cat.

Barry: Don't you dare hurt him. He's a wonderful person, and the gatekeeper to the only hot girl I ever tricked into liking me.

Erica: Are you seeing what I'm seeing? There's robots punching dragons. And I'm a droopy-eyed stick figure riding a unicorn. Gag me with a spoon!
Beverly: See, I knew you still used that phrase.

Murray: Maybe it was nice to have someone to hang out with, even though he cried.
Pops: Murray, that's what friendship is. You've got to be there in the good times and in the bad.
Murray: I guess I'm just not cut out for that kind of thing.
Pops: No, you are. 'cause of all the friends I ever made in my life, you're my favorite.

Adam: We're talking crazy camera angles, pyrotechnics, jiggly girls. Everyone loves jiggly girls.
*Beverly stares at Adam*
We'll put in a pin in that one.