Barry: Well, there's no need to compete with Bill.
Beverly: Why? 'Cause nothing can compete with Christmas?
Barry: No, no, you don't understand.
Beverly: Oh, I understand but good. I don't care how many presents were under that tree or how many hams were glazed, I will do whatever I have to do to keep my babies home with me for the holidays.
Adult Adam: [v.o.] In that moment, Barry realized that he could use our mom's holiday desperation to his advantage.
Barry: I don't know if you can compete, Mom. I mean, their Christmas was big.
Beverly: Oh, Mama can go big.
Barry: But they had a 20-foot tree, tons of tinsel, vats of bread pudding, life-sized Nutcracker men, candy cane swords, an eggnog ice luge, gum drop pillows, a working toy shop with elves, and an appearance by the man himself.
Geoff: Santa?!
Beverly: Not now, Geoffrey!
Barry: Yes, Santa. With all his 47 reindeer. It was legendary.