Adam: Mom, you got to stop. I just lost a real job.
Beverly: You know what else is real? You walking me down the red carpet at the Academy Awards.
Adam: To be clear, if I ever get a job in show business, I am not taking you as my date to anything.
Beverly: Of course you are.
Adam: [scoffs] I'm super not.
Beverly: Well, who else are you gonna take?
Adam: Um, my wife?
Beverly: Oh, it's cool. She'll understand.
Adam: No, she won't.
Beverly: I'll talk to her. She'll get it.
Adam: You stay away from her. Seriously. She didn't sign up for this.
Beverly: So, What I'm the only one who believes in you, but I have to read about your successes in People magazine, like some poor slob at a dentist's office?
Adam: I'll tell you before the article comes out, okay?
Beverly: If I pay back the arcade, can I go to the Oscars then?
Adam: You can ride with me and my wife in the limo, but you can't go in.
Beverly: I'll find a way.