Pops: Aaaah! Where are your glasses, kiddo? Your eye's all fakakte.
Adam: Broke in gym class. Now we all got to live with the lazy eye.
Murray: What's that? Are you talking to me?
Adam: No, I was talking to Pops.
Murray: Then why are you looking at me?
Adam: I didn't! This is me looking at you.
Murray: No, now you're looking at Mrs. Butterworth.
Adam: I am not!
Murray: You're staring right at her!
Pops: Now one eye's staring at me. I don't know what to do.
Murray: Bevy, your son's wonky eye is ruining breakfast.