Beverly: Did I just hear someone mention meatballs? 'Cause I just gutted a salmon I'm about to parm.
Murray: Meatballs was the girl's idea.
Beverly: Wow, Brea, you've really become quite the comfortable guest.
Brea: I'm sorry?
Adam: Don't be. Watch this. Maybe we should watch Stakeout.
Barry: Yes! Bring a steak out. I want a rib eye, a tomahawk, and a porterhouse.
Murray: Makes sense to me. Triple Crown of beef.
Beverly: So, I guess we'll have fish, meatballs, and every cut of beef. Thanks, Brea.
Brea: I'm just here to watch a movie.
Adam: Like Hamburger Hill?
Barry: A hill of burgers? That'll be the perfect start to Brea's festival of meats!
Murray: Whatever works for ya, Bevy, but I would definitely chuck the fish and go with the meats like the girl says.
Beverly: Well, I guess Brea's beef banquet it is. [chuckles] Happy Thursday to me, Brea.