Pop-Pop: After your mother left, I was stuck with two dumb boys and didn't know how to be a parent, bonehead.
Murray: How is that my fault, you jerk?
Pop-Pop: It isn't. I was just scared and lonely and overwhelmed... And I got angry and took it out on the wrong people, dumbass.
Murray: Well, I didn't know that, moron.
Beverly: I know you're yelling and it all sounds hateful, but this is really good.
Murray: I had to raise myself and my brother because you wouldn't, you piece of crap.
Pop-Pop: And that is my greatest regret, you fathead idiot.
Murray: That is the nicest thing that you have ever said to me, you old sack of bones!
Beverly: It's working. It sounds so terrible, but it's beautiful.
Pop-Pop: That's why I crap on everything you have, because I'm jealous. I mean, look at your life. Look at this big, dumb house and your beautiful moron family.
Murray: It is nice! And I'm proud of myself.
Pop-Pop: You should be, you ass.
Murray: I'm glad I could share it with you, you son of a bitch.
Pop-Pop: Me, too! I'd like to make up for lost time, putz.
Murray: I'd very much like that, you broken old bastard!