Beverly: Have you and Brea even talked about your college plans?
Adam: A little. We're both applying to NYU.
Beverly: So you explicitly told her that you wanted to go to school together?
Adam: No, but we'll have that talk once we both get in. Then everything will be hunky-dory.
Beverly: You mean, hunky dog [bleep]! While you're in the Big Apple yelling at taxis, she'll be watching a shirtless blacksmith making horseshoes while saying, "Oh, I do declare."
Adam: Shirtless blacksmith? At least he should be wearing a leather apron while working the flame. A-And stop trying to get in my head.