Pop-Pop: [on answering machine] Hello. Is this Murray? What? You got a robit taking your messages now? Ooh, my highfalutin' son thinks he's better than everyone.
Erica: I think it's Pop-Pop.
Pop-Pop: [on answering machine] Well, you're not. You're a thief! Don't think I forgot about that $17 you stole from me.
Murray: Still with the $17! I can't take this!
Pop-Pop: [Tape fast-forwarding] My electric bill was the same every month, but all of a sudden, it's $17 more. Yeah, well, you do the math, genius!
Murray: He's taking up the whole tape!
Pop-Pop: [Tape fast-forwarding] I know you were upset about your wedding toast, but I really thought you preferred the company of men. [Tape fast-forwarding] You were an ugly baby. There, I said it.
Murray: That's it!
Erica: Well, at least he's talking to you. That's new.
Murray: Oh, we will talk but good. Just he and I, man to man.