Barry: Mama, look! Your dear and aged friends are here of their own free will!
Beverly: Why, so they can say goodbye forever like everybody else? Sniffle, sniffle. I'm sorry, I would sniffle for real, but all the crying has left me stripped of my natural moistures.
Essie Karp: Actually, we're here to take you on a little pick-me-up power walk.
Barry: Fresh air, Mama. God's Renuzit.
Beverly: Well, I guess a little exercise might be a good thing.
Barry: There you go! Now hit the open road with these two tumbleweeds. Come on, off you go.