Adult Adam: [v.o.] It was October 13th, 1980-something. With Erica engaged and living with Geoff, it was time to clean out her childhood bedroom.
Erica: Keep. Ugh, big toss.
Beverly: [gasps] Bup-bup. Strawberry Shortcake, Erica? For shame. You've been sniffing her since you were six. [inhales deeply] Mmm. Fruit baby. Never mind, I'll just put her on my keep pile.
Erica: You realize puttineverything from my trash pile into your keep pile makes all this pointless?
Beverly: I got a system, which is not to let my baby flush her precious memories down the toilet.
Erica: Mom, it's obvious you're really upset because your most attractive child will never live under your roof again. Ever.
Beverly: You'll be back, because I still have the one thing you need most.
Erica: Money?
Beverly: B.L.C. Bever-Loving-Care.
Erica: You may want to try money.