Barry: What's in the oven, dudes?
Adam: Don't look in the oven, Barry.
Barry: You better not be doing what I think you're doing.
Pops: Don't look in the oven.
Barry: I'm going to the oven. I'm looking inside. Oh, my God! You two made Batman Shrinky Dinks without me? You know I live for shrinking dinks.
Pops: We know that. Everyone knows that!
Barry: There's only two shrunken dinks, man! Not three dinks. Just two!
Adam: Yeah, 'cause it's one dink for me and one dink for you.
Barry: Don't! Just don't. You're gonna pay for this.
Pops: Oh, Barry, come back. You can have my dink. You can have my dink, Barry!