Murray: Son of a bitch! This can't be done! No one can do it!
Erica: What exactly are you doing?
Murray: Scrapbooking. Your mother's favorite hobby. But it's a nightmare! Stupid glue. Everything I touch sticks to me.
Erica: Just calm down, okay? I'm sure what you made is fine. Holy crap! What is that?
Murray: Our sweet memories.
Erica: Why did you cut out the letters? It looks like a ransom note.
Murray: You know I'm not good at penmanship!
Erica: Why'd you put "look"? What am I supposed to look at, his red demon eyes?
Murray: I was trying to make them sparkle with glitter, but no one tells you how complicated glitter is.
Erica: It looks like something a 10-year-old serial killer would make.