Barry: Why? What kind of band allows you to tape their entire concert? This doesn't make any sense.
Matt: Dead are a band of the people. Music's for everyone.
Barry: They're so nice. Now I hate them even more!

Barry: Okay, welcome to my all-new and improved posse. I'm Big Tasty, founder and leader. First order of business, we need a name.
Johnny Atkins: How about Rush?
Barry: How about hush?
Johnny Atkins: No Rush, no Atkins. Later.
Barry: Okay, so, our name has to have "Jenkintown" in it. I was thinking the Jenkintown Awesome Group.
Dan: Wait, you want us to be the JAGs?
Sergei: (Russian accent) This is name for unbearable loser, yes? A jag?
Pops: Foreign kid's right. I don't want to be a jag.

Dan: Also, why is there an old man in our super-cool group?
Barry: Every group has a life of the party, and that's Pops. I'm our badass leader, Sergei's the funny one. And, of course, we got our wild card, Naked Dan.
Dan: Naked Dan? This is weird. I'm out.
Sergei: Is decided, Naked Sergei.

Erica: If I say anything, we're gonna end up in Colonial Williams-turd.
Beverly: Baditude. That's $5. Pay up for comparing our beloved U.S. history to poo-poos. Poo-poos!

Beverly: What's this?
Erica: We mapped out the best route to Williamsburg.
Adam: We took all the money from the swear jars and booked a hotel room.
Erica: We thought you deserved a trip. And I say that without any attitude.
Beverly: I truly, madly, deeply love you so [bleep] much, I can't stand it.
Adam: Us too, Mama.
Murray: Guess I'm schlepping to Williamsburg. Morons.

Adam: I'm approaching the natives now. They seem to have a leader.
Erica: Dude, no! I told you not to do this.
Adam: Greetings, Colonial settlers. I have come from the year 2032 to warn you of impending doom.
Ren Bans: Everyone disregard. Time travel is not part of the tour.
Adam: Not part of the tour! See, I knew you'd say that, proving that I'm from the future, where robots have taken over and their power source is pure, thick, rich butter.
Erica: I'm starting up the Adam jar again. It's for your own good.
Adam: One of the female followers is a sad loner with no boyfriend.

Erica: Hey, Mom? I've been thinking about it, and you're more than a mom. You're also, like a friend.
Beverly: That's exactly how I feel! We're like best [bleep] friends!
Erica: Ohh. Wow. While I appreciate the enthusiasm, you kind of just dropped a big-money word. That'll be a fiver.
Beverly: Did I say "[bleep]"? I said it again! Ohh! How many [bleep] was that? (Sighs) Oh, [bleep] it.
I'll just put in a $20. It's money well-spent for my delicious, talented superstar.

Andy: Dude, this 45-minute song is amazing.
Naked Rob: And everyone's so nice.
Geoff: Yeah, especially that one guy that invited me to live with him and those 10 other guys over there on that patch of lawn.

Barry: Where you guys been? I was at the Wawa, feeding that stray dog pizza. You missed out big-time. He loves pineapples, like a person.
Naked Rob: I told you, bro!
Andy: Hilarious.
Geoff: I eat those, and I'm a person.

Beverly: All right, my little Robo-Schmoop, time to clean up your masterpiece so I can lay out mine.