Beverly: You are not getting married to Lainey Lewis. You are a high-school senior and a tiny boy.
Murray: And you need a job! First, you drop out of college to be a rock star? Now you're back here driving up my electric bill!
Beverly: You will get married over my dead body. And shame on you for not even consulting your one true lady love of your life, which is me.
Murray: And look at you. Using my stove and my light bulbs like you're some sort of Norwegian royalty.
Beverly: You can't be a husband. You are still my baby Barry.
Murray: Those beautiful blond bastards! They did nothing to help us during the war.
Beverly: Murray, stop. You're on a bad tangent. Just focus on how she's breaking our hearts.