Beverly: Sounds good. And you know what? I might not even need your help at all.
Brea: Really?
Beverly: Yeah, I'm just, uh, emotionally ready for this, you know? Like, here's my dad's sweater. It even smells like him. There's no sense of loss, just lots of warm memories.
Adam: That's great, Mom.
Beverly: Aw, see, right now, I'm remembering the first time he ever took me to the park. And I wanted to go on the swings, but I was so nervous.
Brea: Aww.
Adam: Big aww. We should get going.
Beverly: So he put my little hand in his. It was so strong and encouraging.
Adam: That's him alright. Cowabunga. The sand awaits.
Beverly: I felt so safe and loved. And now, because he's gone, because he was stolen from me...
Adam: Balls.
Beverly: [voice breaking] I'll never feel that way again! [cries] Oh-ho, God! [doorbell rings]
Brea: Please tell me that's someone to tell us there's a hurricane.
Beverly: I'll get rid of them. You two need to witness more of the deep personal bond I had with my father.