Barry: Why are you giving away the dishes that hold my Thanksgiving foods before they enter my mouth and fill my belly?
Beverly: Well, it felt weird to have Thanksgiving here without your dad, so I told Linda she could host it. Oh, Lou, grab a dish.
Lou Schwartz: Sadly, I cannot. I sprained my wrist opening jars for Linda.
Linda Schwartz: He has very sensitive joints. That's why I mow the lawn.
Barry: Enough with your obviously fractured marriage. I heard the word "jars". You do know everything must be homemade from scratch, including in-season fruit pies?
Adam: And that means fruit from trees, Linda.
Beverly: Boys, be nice! What her food lacks in taste it more than makes up for with its disturbing presentation.
Linda Schwartz: Thank you. Wha... Wait, what?