Erica: Oh, we just whipped up a little breakfast of toast, bacon, sausage, ham steak, freshly squeezed juice, and eggy in the hole.
Barry: I use a melon baller now.
Beverly: Why would you make eggy in the hole? I'm the one who makes eggy in the hole.
Erica: Not anymore. We eggy our own holes now.
Barry: Your reign of eggy-ing our holes is over, woman.
Erica: Dad told us all about your little plan to make us need you, but guess what? We learned stuff.
Barry: We can egg any hole, ball any melon, fold any sheet. Top or fitted.