Adult Adam: [v.o.] They say, "The show must go on." And it did. Just without me.
Beverly: Horror of horrors! What are you doing?
Adam: Accepting my fate. I'm just a mop jockey now.
Beverly: God. Well, thanks to the middle-class bubble I raised you in, you know nothing of mopping.
Adam: With the water and the soap and that rinse-y thing, I'm sure I'll figure it out after a few weeks.