Beverly: Stop it. My scrumptious little baby-man does not have to learn to drive until he's absolutely ready.
Adam: That's a no. Victory-dance time. Mm-mm-mm, Uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah, That's right, I'm not driving.
Barry: Hey, stop copying my driving dance!
Adam: I'm not. It's the not-driving dance.
Barry: There's no such thing!
Murray: I'm raising complete morons.
Pops: It's getting hard to argue.