Pops: Bevy, she clearly picked someone else, perhaps a decorated war vet who had a date with two different Shirleys last night. That's right.
Beverly: Pops?! (scoffs) You picked the random old guy who just hangs around our house all day, eating our smoked fish? (chuckles) Choo-choo! Next stop, Lametown.
Pops: Hey, I liberated an entire country. I helped saved lives.
Beverly: (imitates snoring) Oh! Oh, sorry, I drifted off to sleep there.
Erica: Okay, this turned ugly fast.