Beverly: There's my Andrew Lloyd Treasure.
Adam: Flowers typically are given after we open.
Beverly: Oh, I don't need an occasion to throw roses to my maestro. Next stop, Broadway. Next, next stop, the Tony Awards. And then I corner Streisand and force her to be best friends, and then we swap clothes, and she gets all jealous because I wore them better.
Adam: Probably none of that, but thanks for believing in me, Mama.
Beverly: Aww, it's what a good mama does. Pulls her baby back from the dinner-theater abyss and lets him shine again in front of a room full of children.
Adam: Ignoring the specifics, I really think this might be the greatest thing I've ever made.
Beverly: Well, you're the greatest thing I've ever made, right here, in my Adam factory.