Brea: I love lasagna. Adam, what did you get? Is that a charred baseball glove?
Dave Kim: That was left on a desert highway where it was pummeled by a convoy?
Adam: I get it! My lasagna doesn't look like yours.
Barry: Mmm! Beefy goodness.
Erica: Golden perfection.
Adam: Good for you! And why are you guys even here?
Barry: I don't have class on Tuesdays, so I come here for Jenkintown's best kept secret: high school lasagna.
Erica: I do have class on Tuesdays, but for the first time ever, Barry is correct.
Beverly: What the hell's this?
Brea: Adam, why is most of your family here?
Beverly: I am the Quaker Warden. It's a ceremonial position with unlimited power. For example, my fully grown children are able to come here and eat whatever they want.