Brea: Is your mom hiding in the custodial closet?
Adam: Right by the lemon Pledge and a little chair by a radio.
Brea: She must feel terrible.
Adam: Yeah, she's acting like she's more embarrassed than me.
Brea: Well, you're not the one who canoonerred. [off Adam's confusion] It's my family's word for it.
Adam: Adorable, but Beverly Goldberg's public explosions are nobody's fault but hers.
Brea: Maybe you could at least be sympathetic to the woman who tries to give you everything?
Adam: Hmm, let me think about it. No.
Brea: Adam, all she wanted was for you to be healthy. Just like I do.
Adam: You care about me that much?
Brea: Almost as much as she does. So you'll make it right?
Adam: I'll consider it, but I need a day.
Adult Adam: [v.o.] Or possibly the rest of my life.