Barry: Oh, my God. You are so good at Mom stuff.
Beverly: I know. It's so frustrating. You can't come to where I am. I wish there was a way I could go someplace.
Erica: Wait! What if you came to us?
Beverly: Say it, Erica. Say every detail of every idea you just had.
Erica: Every weekend, you can visit and clean my filthy dorm, cook me food, and do laundry while I'm at class and partying with my friends.
Barry: What about me?
Erica: Fine. She can alternate weekends.
Beverly: You just solved your unsolvable problem! Yay!