Beverly: [scoffs] Dr. Beckwith's Ginger Beer?
Pop-Pop: When I found out that Adam wasn't old enough to cross the street by himself, I changed it up to soda pop.
Beverly: Oh, dammit, that is refreshing without being too sweet. Mmm. Okay, well, what about the cigar stench?
Pop-Pop: Yeah, I lit a stogie. But the kids started to cough and asked me to stop. You know, if there's another war, we're doomed.
Beverly: Doesn't matter. Adam, gather your things. I'm taking you home, forever.
Pop-Pop: Hey, hold on, kid. You don't have to punish the kid on my account.
Beverly: Oh, all of a sudden you're concerned about Adam's well-being after you get him hooked on hot dice and Caribbean studs?