Brian Corbett: Hey, uh, w-where'd the roses go?
Beverly: Got it. I've got it. Hello, jocks and sportos. Um, to use your lingo... [chuckles] we're gonna take a time-out so that my special player can honor me. Adam?
Adam: Oh, no.
Beverly: You came sliding out of me face-first, like a baseballer.
Adam: Did I die? Am I dead?
Brea: Unfortunately for you, no.
Beverly: Hey, Adam, why are you just sitting there? Bring your taut, athletic tushie up here and give me all the mother-loving roses.