Erica: Something's wrong. I don't smell breakfast.
Beverly: Except her children forgot. It's me your mother. Ready to enjoy all the things that mothers get. You know.
Barry: Enough with the small talk. We need breakfast foods. I'm a growing boy.
Erica: I would love a nice fruit plate, but with no honeydew filler. And don't let the pineapple touch the kiwi. You should really be writing this down.