Barry: Come on, dad. You got me an REO Speedwagon tape. You don't know anything about me.
Murray: Trust me, I do. I know you go through life feeling all angry, let down, misunderstood. I get it.
Barry: Wow, that's - yeah. Do you ever cry into your pillow?
Murray: No, I don't cry into my pillow. Who cries in their pillow?
Barry: Not me. I don't.

Murray: Here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna talk to your mom, and tell her that she's gotta let you get your driver's license.
Barry: Really?
Murray: Yes.
Barry: Thank you, and can you also convince her to get a hobby? Knitting, break dancing, anything besides us.
Murray: Yes, I'm working on it, kid.

Murray: Those the kids' baby blankets?
Beverly: You got me. Sometimes I smell 'em when I feel sad. That's not weird, is it?
Murray: Well, it's a little weird.
Beverly: Yeah, my world is caving in. I've given those kids everything, and now that they're growing up, and don't need me as much, what do I have?
Murray: Me. I'm not goin' anywhere. All right, let me have a sniff.

Adam: Barry, what are you doing?
Barry: Eating day-old doughnuts. My friend Terrence, he's the manager. He leaves 'em out back for me.
Adam: Why?
Barry: It's called eating your feelings, ass bag.

Adult Adam: [v.o.] As always, the neighbors came out to watch.
Beverly: Oh, hello, Gina. Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer.

Beverly: Hon, I said Barry was not ready, and you agreed.
Murray: In my defense, I wasn't listening.

Adam: Oh, my god! You gotta let me out of this car, man. I can't die before I cop a feel.

Beverly: Well, I have to draw the line somewhere. Erica's rushing off to college, Barry wants to drive, and now, you want a date? You still play with toy robots.
Adam: They're GoBots, and one day they'll be worth millions.