Murray: Okay, you saw me at a low point, and now you're giving me a taste of my own medicine.
Adam: So good. Sweet and savory.
Murray: Damn it, stop eating all the caramel!
Barry: No can do. You see, until now, your main weapon was dad rage, but that all changed when your middle-aged body corked up our snow tunnel.
Murray: Nothing has changed. Nothing.
Adam: (chuckling) Oh, it has. We went into that snow fort as scared boys, but we emerged as fearless men who now find your anger silly.
Murray: Fine. You don't want to respect me? I'm out. I retire from being involved in your lives in any way. Trust me, there will be a time when you come to me in desperate need of your dad, and I won't help you.