Murray: What happened the first Sunday after we got married, when you insisted on watching the game with me?
Beverly: They lost by six stupid touchdowns. Just come and get your nachos.
Barry: Mom, you know the rules. Once the game starts, we can't move from our spot. Now truck it over on the animal.
Adult Adam: [v.o.] This '80s toy monster truck was their typical lifeline, mostly due to its retractable claws for stability.
Beverly: The claws did nothing.
Barry: Stay back! Don't clean it up.
Beverly: There's hot cheese on my rug!
Murray: That's its home now! She jinxed us. Do your idiot dance.