Barry: Erica made me do it! She's the mastermind. Barry good. Erica bad.
Erica: Mom, look, it's not a big deal. I just don't really want you here. You get it.
Beverly: I guess I do. I accept it.
Erica: What? But you never just accept it.
Beverly: Good evening, gentle daughter.
Erica: No, don't be cordial. What's your next move, lady? I need to know!
Barry: Oh, no, this is terrible! She has my burrito in her car!