Adult Adam: [v.o.] And nothing mattered more than beating my dad's best friend's team, the hated Cowboys.
Bill Lewis: Lord in the sky, if he misses this kick, I promise to live a just and pious life. Except on my birthday. And those evenings when the Asti Spumante hits Dolores just right.
Murray: Okay, let's lock arms to help him aim. Come on. Come on. [crowd cheers]
Barry: Yeah!
Murray: Oho-ho! Yeah! All right!
Barry: Never doubted it!
Murray: All right!
Bill Lewis: This is on you, big fella. I'm converting to whatever Murray is.
Barry: Whatever you do, Bill, don't come crying to us.
Bill Lewis: I appreciate your concern, but I only allow myself one good cry a year, and I wasted it on the death of my father.