Beverly: Waiter, we're ready to order.
Alex: Gotcha. I mean I'm not your waiter, but, uh, I'll just take it.
Beverly: Great. My husband here will have-
Murray: Bap, bap, bap! What's with you always ordering for me?
Beverly: I know what you like.
Murray: And I don't? I'll order my own damn meal, thank you. I'll have the, uh...
Adult Adam: [v.o.] Whenever it came time to order, my dad had this crazy glitch where he would immediately forget what he liked or wanted.
Murray: Ah, come back to me.