Geoff: Look at you two go. Just a minute ago, you were independent young adults, and now your mommy's flying food around your face, and what is this?
Beverly: Just rubbing my baby's tootsies.
Erica: Mm! Get in there. Little circles.
Geoff: I'm sorry, Mrs. G., but aren't you worried that, if you treat them like babies, they'll regress into babies?
Beverly: That's the dream. [sighs] My schmoos are back in my sweet bosom.
Erica: It's gross, but it was a long year. Let me have this.