Adam: Who cares? Now we can eat at Mister Rick's Hoagies across the street.
Emmy: Hoagies? We need to think bigger. You ever wonder what Red Lobster's like at noon on a Tuesday?
Adam: My guess? Businessmen, making deals, as far as the eye can see.

Brea: Isn't it great about open lunch?
Adam: Yes. I was just discussing our many options. Like the one restaurant that's in walking distance.
Brea: But don't you have a car? Can't you take us pretty much anywhere?
Adam: Us? Like me and you?
Brea: Uh... yeah. [chuckles] I don't know if you've noticed, we've kinda been eating lunch together every day.
Adam: Huh. I guess that's right. I haven't really been tracking.
Emmy: Yeah, you have. You got a calendar in your locker, and you write "Brea" in bubbly letters every day.
Adam: Look who's right there with the information no one needed.

Principal Ball: Here are your parental consent forms for going off campus.
Adam: Parental consent forms?
Principal Ball: Yeah, make sure your folks sign this. It relieves us of any liability around your accidental death or dismemberment.
Matt Schernecke: Dismemberment?
Principal Ball: Happens more than you would think. Arms and feet, they come off like Barbie parts. Toodles.
Emmy: Adam's out. There's no way Beverly Goldberg signs anything where he can lose a fingernail, let alone a limb.

Brea: Oh, that's too bad. I can just get a ride with someone else, I guess.
Matt Schernecke: You want to ride shotgun in my red Scirocco?
Adam: No, she doesn't, Matt Schernecke! And I can handle Beverly Goldberg.
Emmy: Nothing less true has ever been said.
Adam: Start thinking where you wanna chow, Brea. Not that you chow. That's just a turn of phrase. You're a lovely eater. Small bites, like a delicate bunny.

Geoff: I don't think I can pull this off. I'm perspiring so much!
Erica: Actually, if you're being Barry, that's a nice touch. Now just walk in there, show them your I.D., and get you a real lunch, buddy.
Geoff: Okay. I can do this. My days of pocket foods are done!

Adult Adam: [v.o.] With that, Geoff went for it. He'd be Barry Goldberg, and no one would question him.
Ellen Stone: Hold it.
Geoff: Oh, no. I'm too eager-to-please for prison.
Ellen Stone: Let me see that card. Barry, huh?
Geoff: Oh, God. I can explain.
Ellen Stone: Please do. You look so much better now. How'd you do it, Barry?
Geoff: Your... sweet cooking?
Ellen Stone: I work the front.
Geoff: Yeah, you do!
Ellen Stone: What'd you say to me?
Geoff: Barry Goldberg said it.

Professor Isaacson: Did you say Barry Goldberg? Barry Goldberg's one of my students.
Geoff: Uh-oh.
Professor Isaacson: Uh-oh is right. You haven't been to my mythology class all semester.
Geoff: I thought Barry dropped that class. I mean, me. Me dropped that class.
Professor Isaacson: Class starts in five minutes. Let's go.
Geoff: Oh, wow. I hate confrontation. You have a strong grip for a guy wearing tweed.

Adult Adam: And so Geoff was pulled into Barry's life. But unlike Barry, he was actually crushing it.
Professor Isaacson: Well done, Barry Goldberg. Another "A."
Student #1: Wow, Barry Goldberg. We sure could use you in our study group.
Adult Adam: [v.o.] Yep, Geoff made Barry look good, and other students wanted in.
Student #2: Dude, you're rad! Any interest in joining our drum circle?
Adult Adam: [v.o.] All he wanted was a key and a salad bar, but instead, Geoff got Barry's full-fledged college life.
Geoff: Grab some bongos and join us, babe. Also, you're my sister, so don't kiss me hello.

Erica: Okay. Everyone out. Yeah, the drum sesh is over. And don't forget to take your ponchos and that musky cloud that you all made together. Wow. My boyfriend's crushing it as my brother. I'm so happy for you, and also... [gags]

Adam: The food court? So many cuisines from across the globe in one spot. Chow mein. Tacos. The Sbarro Italian experience.
Matt Schernecke: You've never had real Italian food, you don't know what you're missing.
Adam: Only problem... The mall's 20 minutes away. We only got 45 for lunch. We'll never make it.
Johnny: You'd never make it, but Johnny Atkins could do it in a hurricane with his arms tied behind his back.
Adam: So, how's this work? You steer with your knees and honk with your nose? [scoffs] This guy.