Beverly: There's my little love monkey.
Adam: Mom, we've discussed this. I'm insanely too old for tuckies.
Beverly: Oh, I'm not here for tuckies. I'm here to see the man who felt so bad about bailing on our Moroccan feast that he poured his heart out into a Valentine poem.
Adam: Valen-what-now?
Murray: The boy felt so guilty, he wrote you a poem? This, I got to hear.
Adam: Uh, hear what?
Beverly: "Her heart, more precious than all of Earth's jewels. Her love, deeper than the ocean's darkest canyons. Her embrace, a home I will live in forever. And I call this safe place Mama."
Adam: Whoa. Wow.
Beverly: I have to take you to a Valentine's dinner now, if it's okay with your father.
Murray: Oh-ho-ho, this is the kind of love I don't want to get in the way of.
Beverly: I love my Murray. Gnah!
Adam: Damn you and your shockingly beautiful prose!
Murray: When I get cornered, I come out fighting.