Beverly: Can someone explain to me the meaning of this?
Erica: Aww! Aww. It's Mrs. Claus. Squeeze her cookie-baking hand. ["Deck the Halls" plays]
Geoff: What a delight. Is that a xylophone or a marimba?
Beverly: What it is is sacrilege. We are a Hanukkah family!
Erica: Calm down, Golda Meir. The baby just likes her because she's soft. It's no biggie.
Beverly: By placing Santa's gal pal in the crib of my grandschmoo, you are disrespecting the holiday of our people.
Erica: Please. You don't even know what Hanukkah's about.
Beverly: Of course I do!
Erica: Yeah, I'm not talking about the menorah or the inflatable dreidel on the lawn that Barry always ends up getting in a fight with. I mean the real story of Hanukkah.
Beverly: Let me just gather my thoughts for a minute because I have so many specific, clear ones.