Beverly: Guess who just had a meeting with Coach Mellor. Apparently Adam is failing? I don't get it. You used to love to swim. But I've figured it out.
Adam: Really?
Beverly: Yeah, it's your bathing suit. You're growing fast and it's pinching your little coin purse.
That's why I got you these jams. Nice roomy swim trunks for all your bits and berries. Go on, model them for momma.
Adam: I don't want to model the jams.
Beverly: Come on, they're jams.
Adam: I know they're jams.
Beverly: Well then show us how handsome you look in your new jams.
Adam: I don't want the jams.
Beverly: Come on. They're jams.
Murray: He doesn't want the damn jams. Leave the boy alone already!
Beverly: Well, someone has to address the issue with his little marbles.
Murray: No one wants their mom talking about their yam bag.
Adam: My God. The problem isn't the swim suit. It's just, I hate taking off my shirt.
Beverly: Why?
Adam: I'm ashamed of my body. Okay?
Beverly: You're ashamed of this beautiful wall of deliciousness?