Beverly: I'm gonna give your dad the best day ever so that when he finally does see Pop-Pop, he won't even mind.
Adam: Sure, 'cause people rarely hold onto the memory of the person who hurt them most as a child.
Beverly: First, I'll let Steve Martin and John Candy work their thin guy/fat guy chemistry, then I'll invite his dingbat friends over.
Adam: Don't Bill and Vic have to be with their own miserable families on Thanksgiving?
Beverly: Lucky for us, Bill is totally alone. He has no one.
Adam: That is lucky.
Beverly: And Vic is Canadian. And those moose kissers celebrate Thanksgiving in October for hockey or maple syrup reasons.
Adam: Yeah, I guess Vic and Bill do calm Dad down, like that blanket you throw on Lucky when it thunders.
Beverly: And then comes my masterstroke... Your dad is gonna watch his beloved Eagles beat the Cowboys.
Adam: How are you gonna guarantee the Eagles win?
Beverly: Easy. I told him the game starts at 2:00. They already played, and those bumbling green doofuses somehow won.
Adam: So, you recorded it and you're gonna play it back for him. I admit, it's brilliant.