Adult Adam: [v.o.] It was March 24th, 1980-something, and my girlfriend, Brea, was off to visit her cousin at college, which for two teens in love, wasn't easy.
Brea: I can't believe we're not gonna see each other for three whole days. We've never been apart that long.
Adam: One last kiss before you go?
Beverly: Hell, yes!
Adam: Mom!
Beverly: Sorry, Schmoo. You've got that lazy eye. It wasn't clear who you were talking to.
Adam: Here's a fun way to know the difference... It's never you!
Brea: Oh. We'll just save that kiss for later.
Adam: Okay. Love you.
Beverly: Love you too. Sorry. The eye keeps finding me.