Mr. Glascott: No, your son would do miserably in Hollywood, and that's a fact.
Beverly: My son is a star, and you're gonna die alone!
Mr. Glascott: While I do feel that way, I'm just stating the hard truth. It's more likely that your puny son will become a power forward for the Sixers than a big Hollywood muckety-muck.
Adam: Oh, no, Mama. I don't want to play whatever sport he's talking about.