Adam: Maybe this powder can put the spring back in Pops' step.
Barry: Our grandpa will have more than his spring. He'll have the explosive vertical leap of Spud Webb.
Adam: The party dog from the commercials?
Barry: No! The tiny NBA dunker!
Adam: Wow.
Barry: Don't you want that for Pops?
Adam: I guess? But I should probably get a second opinion, seeing how weird this all is.
Barry: What's weird? Back to work, gents!

Adult Adam: [v.o.] As I had a plan to pump up Pops, my mom was trying to wear down Erica.
Erica: Oh, my God, no! Hire a real lawyer.
Beverly: I could have been a lawyer, and you're going to be a lawyer. Between the two of us, we're one of the biggest law firms in the country.
Erica: When you make that much sense... No!
Beverly: Come on! A mother-daughter legal team going up against a big, bad publisher? They'll make a TV movie about it with Heather Thomas as me and Joan Collins as you.
Geoff: Why are you the younger one?
Beverly: I'm just a producer, Geoff. I'm not a casting director.
Geoff: I'm watching either way.

Erica: And my answer still hasn't changed.
Beverly: But you get how important this is to me. I put my heart and soul into this cookbook.
Erica: And also a lot of butter, cream, and meat.
Geoff: Also, a recipe I think my mom gave you? It's fine, but she's pretty mad.

Adult Adam: [v.o.] With Barry's magical powder in my hands, I was gonna pull the biggest trick of all, making Pops young again.
Pops: Hey, kiddo, this is a surprise.
Adam: Oh, I'm sorry. You have a lady friend back there?
Pops: Just Susan B. Anthony. I'm sorting coins. Come on in.
Adam: Wow. That's a lot of pennies.

Pops: What you got in your monkey barrel there?
Adam: Hopefully, the answer to all of this.
Pops: "Male Rampage"? Endorsed by Rambo? How can it be endorsed by Rambo? He's a fictional character.
Adam: It just seems like you have a little less energy lately. I thought this might make you feel... like your old self.
Pops: Oh. I see.
Adam: If you don't want to...
Pops: No. No! Why wouldn't I want to drink more "blood of my enemies"? [drinks]
Adam: Well?
Pops: Mmm. Hachi-machi.
Adult Adam: [v.o.] And just like that, my ass-kicking grandpa was back.

Pops: I feel tremendous! I could take on the world! Ooh!
Adult Adam: [v.o.] And he did. He charmed beautiful strangers.
Pops: That's how it's done, kid.
Adult Adam: [v.o.] He tossed a Frisbee like a pro.
Pops: Hot disc coming at ya. Whoa!
Adult Adam: [v.o.] He even did bike tricks.
Pops: Hang on. I'm gonna pop a wheelie. Ha, ha!
Adult Adam: [v.o.] And then, just like inCocoon...
Pops: Cannonball!
Adult Adam: [v.o.] Yep, it may have just been the placebo effect, but I got the spring back in Pops' step.
Adam: This is the best.
Pops: You said it, kiddo. To our youth.

Adam: So, what are we doing tomorrow?
Pops: Tomorrow? That... That's the day after today.
Adam: We can't let all this newfound energy go to waste. Ooh! We should go ziplining!
Pops: Oh, for sure. Or I can tackle that high-dive over there.
Adam: That's almost as good! [chuckles] Just so you know, that was my Band-Aid. And he'll probably find two more.

Adult Adam: [v.o.] While Pops turned back the clock, it was time for my mom to face off with her publisher.
Pamela: Good afternoon, I'm Pamela Reingold, and I'll be your mediator today.
Beverly: It is an honor, Your Honor. May I approach the bench?
Pamela: I'm not a judge, and this is a conference table.
Beverly: Still, I'd like to file a motion to dismiss.
Erica: Dismiss what? You're the one that wanted this.
Beverly: Well, then, tell me what to say, because the only legal jargon I know is from TV and movies.
Erica: Me, too.
Beverly: Your Honor, on the advice of my counsel, uh, the jury should disregard my testimony.
Pamela: There's also no jury. It's just you, me, this lady, and that man.

Adult Adam: [v.o.] And so two people with no legal background laid down the law in the weirdest way possible.
Beverly: A-ha! You caught it with your left hand!
Mr. Whitby: Oh, she's good. Now everyone knows I love to catch oranges.
Adult Adam: [v.o.] Yeah, they busted out all the hits.
Beverly: [bangs gavel] Silence! Silence in this courtroom!
Pamela: Ma'am, did you bring your own gavel?
Beverly: It is a meat tenderizer.
Mr. Whitby: If it, uh, pleases the court, I, too, brought my own hammer.
Pamela: Why would that please anyone? And neither of you should have tools here.

Adult Adam: [v.o.] Eventually, they just yelled stuff they'd heard on TV.
Beverly: Objection! Overruled! All rise! Please proceed!
Pamela: What is happening?
Erica: I think she's just a little nervous.
Beverly: In my chambers now! Both of you!
Erica: Or she's completely lost touch with reality.
Mr. Whitby: Watch yourself, counselor! No further questions! Badgering the witness!
Erica: Well, at least they're both doing it.
Beverly: You don't have to answer that! Withdrawn! I'll allow it!
Mr. Whitby: You may be seated! Move to strike! Bailiff, remove this woman!
Beverly: I'll rephrase. State your full name for the record. Case dismissed. [bangs gavel]
Pamela: Okay, that... That feels like a good stopping point for today. The only evidence remains a signed contract furnished by Mr. Whitby. Mrs. Goldberg, if you have any evidence to the contrary, please come back, or I will have to rule in his favor.