Adam: Evening, dad. Full disclosure I'm gonna do that thing where I present you with an awesome idea and ask you to fund it.
Pops: Kiddo, please don't put us all through this again. It's hard to watch.
Adam: Not this time. I've decided to make my first action movie. And I need you to help me realize my vision. Behold! It's called "Recipe for Death."
Murray: I'm in.
Adam: I play John Cook, the street-wise chef whose brother was kidnapped by the Mafia. Now the only thing I serve is vengeance.
Murray: I'm in.
Adam: Let me finish before you mock me. My movie stars the world's biggest, baddest action hero. He's not from Austria, like Arnold, or Belgium, like Van Damme, or wherever Steven Seagal is from. Probably central Florida. No! This superstar lives in our house! Me.
Murray: Stop talking! I'm in!
Pops: We get it, you're out, just let the poor yutz finish.
Murray: What part of "I'm in" don't you get? The answer is yes.
Adam: Oh, sweet balls! I've never made it this far. What do I ask for? I'm panicking.