Beverly: You're early. Well, I guess you're here to watch hockey with the fellas, huh? [quietly] Meet me downstairs in an hour, and we'll have some ice dance snuggles.
Barry: No need to whisper, Mother. I come bearing Pizza Hut pizza as a side dish to an equally tasty and satisfying announcement.
Bill Lewis: Hot damn! You know how to enter a room, son.
Vic: I'll take two slices, please, plus whatever nonsense this is gonna be.
Barry: As you indulge, know that I, Barry Goldberg, the epitome of all that is manly, love the graceful sport of ice dance.
Vic: So we get a pepperoni pie just for you to say the thing you like?