Beverly: You used to ride bikes and go to museums and see plays. What happened to the man I married?
Erica: Dad rode a bike?
Adam: Ha! That must have looked nuts.
Barry: That's like Charles Barkley jockeying a horse. I can't even imagine that.

Guy: [to Barry] Hey, kid, take my clubs up front and return this cart for me.
Adam: Oh, balls! He thinks you work here.
Barry: Told you something special happens every time I dress up.
Erica: Whatever you're thinking, no.
Barry: But a random guy just told us to tear around the golf course and jump stuff.

Erica: Know what? I'm done looking out for you guys.
Adam: What's that supposed to mean?
Erica: It means next year, I'm going to college far, far away from you jamokes. Consider this a trial run. Your stupidity's in your own hands.
Adam: But that's a lot of pressure.

Murray: I've given this a lot of thought. I don't want you to think of me as a lump. So if it'll make you happy, I'll do a hobby.
Beverly: Oh, Murray, that's such great news 'cause I already got you a hobby coach.
Murray: What?
Beverly: Well, I laid on the guilt pretty thick. I knew you'd cave.

Pops: I think I just got too ambitious with the bongos. Would you be open to clapping?
Murray: Al! I don't want to make any more sounds.

Adam: So you're not gonna talk to me when you're at college?
Erica: No, but you'll see me at Thanksgiving and when I run out of money.
Adam: I'm, like, reeling right now. You gave me no warning!
Erica: I've been talking about going to college for the last four years.
Adam: But it had no resonance till this very moment.
Erica: I'm okay with that.
Adam: Please consider forgoing college and staying with me.
Erica: That's so cute. No.

Adam: Then you leave me no choice. From this moment forth, you are not the Erica I need and depend on. Barry shall be my Erica!
Erica: Here's a crazy idea. Why not make Adam the Erica and just figure it out yourself?
Barry: Never! Barry will shepherd and guide me through life like a bright North Star, and from now on, I'm putting all my trust and faith in Barry A.K.A. new Erica.

Barry: Great news! I stole Cecil's cart to replace the one we sunk. Our life of crime begins now.

Barry: I'm good.
Adam: Oh, God.
Barry: I'm good.
Adam: You just got run over by a golf cart!
Barry: I'm good!
Adam: Why do you keep saying you're good? There's no way you're good. I'll go get Erica.
Barry: No! I'm the Erica now. Listen to me closely. Go get Erica. There's a golf cart on me.
Adam: But you said you were good!
Barry: Go get her.

Erica: [answering the phone] Yello?
Operator: You have a collect call from:
Adam: We're at the golf course. Barry's pinned under a cart. We need you!
Operator: Do you accept the charges?
Erica: Mm... Nope.