Barry: Erica, Pop-Pop said Dad's a bastard, and he wants a Tab.
Erica: Pops, Pop-Pop wants a diet soda.
Pops: Murray, will you buy your dad a diet soda? At the very least, it'll calm him down.
Murray: Fine! Excuse me. Let me get a pretzel and a Tab for the old guy on the end. Here.
Pops: Here.
Erica: Here.
Barry: Here.
Pop-Pop: What the [bleep] is this! I don't drink ladies' soda. Where's my pretzel?
Barry: It appears Dad is eating it.
Pop-Pop: You give your father a message, and you tell him every single word.