Adam: Speaking of his generosity, Pop-Pop, are we gonna play the gobble-gobble game?
Pop-Pop: The gobble-gobble game?
Barry: You know, our Thanksgiving tradition of handing us your wallet and letting us gobble up any money we find inside.
Joyce: That is so sweet.
Pop-Pop: Is it? Is it?
Adam: Now, gobble-gobble, old man.
Pop-Pop: Sure. Sure. Here, gobble-gobble.
Adam: Four bucks? Aren't you an adult?
Pop-Pop: I don't like carrying cash. There's greasers and doo-woppers in my neighborhood.
Adam: [quietly to Barry] We're gonna inherit nothing.