Adult Adam: [v.o.] And so my mom took a shot at doing what she does best... Emotional manipulation.
Beverly: Listen, I know you have issues with Murray, but I gotta tell you the real reason we need this house.
Arnie Wofsy: What's that?
Beverly: We're pregnant.
Geoff: The hell?
Erica: Mom!
Beverly: They're shy about it, but it's true. Erica is with child.
Geoff: I can't feel my body.
Arnie Wofsy: Congrats. How far along are you?
Beverly: Oh, far enough along to know the clock is ticking, and they cannot start a family in that dingy studio apartment with asbestos and raccoons, right, Erica?
Erica: Uh, poison, woodland creatures, and a baby... It could all be true.
Arnie Wofsy: I loved having my grandkids close. Then my son-in-law dragged them away to the desert so he could start a magic club. Idiot. With his cards and illusion cabinet.
Beverly: Well, these two aren't going anywhere. Or stopping at one. She's got about, uh, five to seven more to spit out.
Erica: She definitely knows my body.
Beverly: Have you ever heard of a family bed? Well, ours is gonna fit three generations. Oh, speaking of three, let's talk numbers.