Beverly: Hey, there's nothing dumb about my Cuddle Calendar.
Erica: Oh, God, it's got a catchy, but terrible name. Run, Geoff. Shield your innocent eyes. Go, go, go.
Geoff: I can't. The board's blocking us. We're trapped.
Beverly: According to my calculations, you have 63 days left before you leave this house and break my heart, litelly killing me dead, which is why I made this schedule. To maximize mommy-daughter time.
Erica: Okay, according to this ridiculous calendar, I'm spending every waking second with you. When do I hang out with Geoff?
Beverly: Well, you see that little sliver? Right there is a little sliver. Well, maybe you don't see it, but it says "G.S."