Barry: Wait. That's your reaction? You get a garbage locket of Mom instead of a car, and you appreciate it?
Adam: Yeah, I'm good with not getting a car. Or driving in general. You get it.
Barry: No, I don't get it at all!
Adam: I've got no sense of direction, I have bad depth perception due to my lazy eye, and I'm easily startled by birds.
Murray: So you're just not gonna drive?
Adam: Yeah, I'm not so much a driver as the guy who sits behind the driver in the backseat.
Pops: You mean a rich guy?
Adam: Exactly. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have play practice. Father, go fetch your driving pants, which are just regular pants you refuse to wear.