Beverly: The good news is, I've officially decided I'm not ready to drive this year. Adam, you are my little cookie. My scrumptious oatmeal-nibble man. If you're not ready for the next three decades, so be it.
Adam: [muffled] Your little cookie thanks you, Mama. Here's a little crumb. Mwah.
Beverly: Oh, I could just eat you up.
Adam: It's easy, 'cause I'm a soft-baked cookie.
Beverly: Oh, nom, nom, nom, nom, nom!
Adam: Nom, nom, nom, nom!
Beverly: Nom, nom, nom, nom, nom, nom, nom! Oh
Murray: Just go!
Beverly: [laughs] Nom, nom!