Barry: There you are, sport. It's almost time to wash up for dinner.
Adam: Wash up? You once tried to see how many quarters you could fit in your mouth.
Barry: 48. And I sure hope you picked up your room like your mother asked you to, sport.
Adam: Barry, you and I share the room. And you're the one who started the Doritos fight.
Barry: And I almost forgot... I just bought this for you. Thought it might make for some good dinnertime convo.
Adam: "Your Changing Body"?!
Barry: Don't worry, sport.There are no stupid questions.
Mr. Glascott: Especially about sex. That is confusing.
Adam: My body has already changed! And stop calling me sport!
Barry: They can be so difficult at this age, but that's the job. Come here. [kisses Adam on the forehead]
Adam: Oh!
Barry: Hey, listen, be home before the street lights come on. Bye, Mr. Glascott.