Beverly: Adam can't get a job. He is just a child. There's laws against that.
Pops: A job would be good for him. Haven't you benefited from working?
Beverly: I suppose there is a certain satisfaction that comes after a long day of wardening.
Adam: I don't like where this is heading.
Pops: And you have some pride when you come home. When you put your feet up, you've earned it.
Beverly: "Put my feet up"? Me? Ha! Right away, I'm folding laundry and making snackies for this one. While he plays with the toys I bought him.
Adam: I'm your wittle boy angel.
Beverly: You know what? You should get a job.
Pops: There you go. A step forward.
Beverly: But if it becomes uncomfortable in any way, Mama Bear will run in and fix it.
Pops: And a big honkin' step back. But we're going back and forth, and that's not nothin'.