Adam: How do I look?
Beverly: If I was a girl your age, I would fall into your arms and never let you go.
Adam: I wish I didn't find that comforting. Here goes nothing.
Beverly: I'll go ready the fog machine, balloons, and confetti.
Adult Adam: [v.o.] This was it. I had my tux, my flowers, and one shot to convince Brea not to move south forever. My mom and I had thought of everything. [Adam grunts as Murray tackles him] Except that.
Adam: Oh, balls!