Erica: You're a klutz. If you knock over any of mom's junk, you'll be as dead as those owls.
Adam: Just be my lookout. All I need is two seconds. [floorboard creaks]
Beverly: Someone just stepped foot in my living room. Who just stepped in my living room? Adam, why'd you just step in my living room?
Adam: I just wanted my thing.
Beverly: You know the rules. This room is a treasure and reserved only for entertaining the creme de la creme of Jenkintown.
Adam: I'm just ten steps away. Lemme grab it and get back to my childhood.
Beverly: No! Those Nikes are filthy. Now back out of the room on your own footsteps so you don't ruin my priceless Oriental rug I bought in Jersey.
Erica: Priceless? You mean this funky old crap is worth, like, actual money?
Beverly: Of course. Every piece in this room has been carefully curated over my lifetime. And one day, it will all be yours.
Erica: Wow. Which one of these eyesores is worth the most? Tell me now!
Adam: If it's worth cash, I'll take it. Just think about all the Garbage Pail Kids I can buy.