Erica: Oh, my God, Dad. Please, no more.
Murray: Get this... there's nothing I can do to help you.
Erica: That's it? I mean, even with no expectations, that's brutal, man.
Murray: I know I'm no good at this, but I can't stand to see you like this.
Erica: Look at you. It's like you actually care.
Murray: I do care, more than you could possibly know. But, [sighs] breakups are really hard, and the only thing you can do is live through it.
Erica: So you tried distracting me with roller skating?
Murray: I blew it.
Erica: Not entirely. Like that time you fell. And then that other time you fell.
Murray: I stink at roller skating.
Erica: Yeah, but you are a pretty okay dad.
Murray: Look at you. I came in here to make you feel better, and you're making me feel better.
Erica: Well, what can I say? I'm a pretty okay daughter.
Murray: I think... you're the best daughter.
Erica: The unicorn? How many quarters did you spend to get this?
Murray: Too many, and then I had to bribe your scary friend to open up the machine.