Erica: Anyway. Can we go shopping for a dress?
Beverly: Wait, to clarify, I'm being invited to go shopping by you, my delicious little pickle.
Erica: Yeah, that's me. A pickle. Whatever it takes.
Beverly: [camera shutter clicks] Oh! I just had to capture the moment so I could remember it forever.
The moment when my daughter became my best friend.
Erica: So that's a yes?
Beverly: Heck, yes! Grab your coat! Look out, Gimbels! The Goldberg gals are coming in hot!
Erica: Actually, I was thinking a different store.
Beverly: Oh, but everybody loves Gimbels.
Erica: Yeah, it's like traveling back to a simpler, less-fashionable era. I was thinking more Benetton.
Beverly: Ooh, yes. That's the place where you order the meats and they cook them right there next to you and then they flip the meats into your mouth and then you eat the meats.
Erica: That's Benihana.
Beverly: Okay, then. So, Gimbels first, then flying meats, then we get our nails done, then a sherbet stop, then I gotta pick up your dad's prescription, then paddleboating in the park, and then who knows? The moon.