Beverly: And I got a Polaroid so I can take a photo diary of our trip! Come on, squeeze together.
Murray: I don't want to be near your dad. He smells like coffee and onions.
Beverly: Squeeze in.
Pops: You ain't exactly cinnamon and sugar, sweetheart.
Barry: I don't know where my body ends and Adam's begins.
Erica: This trip is already the worst thing that's ever happened to me!
Murray: Just take the damn picture!