Adam: Wait, we have to eat carrots and licorice for every meal just to placate this lunatic?
Pop-Pop: Look who's too good to eat garbage. When I was your age, I ate my own clothes, and I loved it.
Barry: Which brings me to Pop-Pop. I'm afraid you're not allowed in the house during the finals.
Pop-Pop: What are you yammering about?
Barry: The research shows when you're on the premises, we lose. Facts matter.
Pop-Pop: Yeah, but it's cold outside. Where am I gonna go?
Barry: I've already enlisted Ginzy and Essie to take turns hosting you at their homes.
Pop-Pop: Oh, a couple of broads are detaining me. Not too shabby.
Barry: They fought me on it. Hard. You're not the belle of the ball you think you are.
Pop-Pop: I hope your team loses.