Gleb: No! Is lies! They treat me like idiot and use me for your personal gain. The sweaty boy make me buy crossbow.
Pops: Crossbow? You can't have that!
Barry: Ah, according to this license, I can.
Gleb: Lady sister make me rent beach house so can party like NBA star. And tiny one make me drive him to American virgin space festival.
Adam: I'm just gonna assume there's something lost in translation here.
Gleb: You raise spoiled children who make me be Balki Bartokomous from "Perfect Stranger" TV show.
Adam: You get "Perfect Strangers" in the Old Country?
Gleb: Nyet! You play it in front of me and say your plan out loud, like fools!
Erica: That, we did.
Pops: What is wrong with you? You were supposed to get to know him.
Erica: In our defense, our time together was packed with kooky misadventures and we had very little time to dig in.