Beverly: I have failed you. You are a sweet, kind, patient boy, and I have no one but myself to blame.
Adam: What are you saying?
Pops: I think your mom's implying you're a doormat.
Beverly: Ding-ding-ding! After your sad lasagna incident, I realized I'm not always gonna be there to fight your fights for you. There's gonna be hours, sometimes entire afternoons where you're all alone.
Adam: We have very different visions of my future.