Adam: Erica, I need your help.
Erica: Bup, bup. We discussed this. My days of looking after you are done. You're a man now, right?
Adam: Thing is, in this case, I feel more like a scared little boy who needs his big sister.
Erica: God, no! Just pretend it's next year and I'm at college. What do you do then?
Adam: Call you on a special red phone so you can rush home and fix my dumb mistakes?
Erica: Look at me. There is no red phone. I am far away, living an awesome life without you.
Adam: What about the house mother in your sorority? Can she give you the message between bikini tickle-fights?
Erica: You really need to stop watching "USA Up All Night" boobie movies.