Erica: Geoff and I do stuff. We went to Bookbinder's on Friday.
Joanne: I heard. Nana and Poppy said they ran into you on your way out, and they eat dinner at, like, 4:00.
Geoff: Well, we were beating the rush.
Erica: Which we did, by the way. Rush beaten.

Geoff: To quote the teen who lives downstairs that I'm desperate to impress, "Booya."
Erica: Booya indeed.

Beverly: Stop it! These wonderful children have been in our care for 12 formative years! Don't you think they deserve a better send-off than some mournful dirge?
Mr. Glascott: Oh, botheration. She's got something cooking. You can tell by her tone.

Barry: Sweet bread fact, bro. I'll remember it next time I can't fall asleep.

Erica: I can't believe Geoff roped us into dinner with these dipwads.
Barry: No, don't blame sweet, simple Geoffrey. If this is anyone's fault, it's yours.
Erica: How?
Barry: Think about it. Geoff's always been Geoff... anxious, uptight, indecisive, hugely boring.
Erica: But in a lovable way.
Barry: He's the best. But you? You used to be a badass. A dropout rock star who scared people.
Erica: Well, then what am I now?
Barry: Putting it gently? Walking, talking death.
Erica: Hey!
Barry: Hey yourself. You make Trip and Dawn seem like Robin Williams.
Erica: This is all very unfair.

Erica: Okay, so, what kind of sick bash should this be that we both definitely really want?
Geoff: So bad. And big. A big, bad one. Like, with games.
Erica: Games, for sure. Games would be... [Barry shakes his head] one idea. Not one that I would do.
Joanne: Maybe something more college. Right, Geoff?
Geoff: Right. Something more college. [Joanne mimes drinking] Water. Milkshakes. Beer. That's beer.
Erica: Yeah, like a few six-packs. [Barry holds up his fingers] 10-packs? [Barry grunts] 10 six-packs.
Geoff: That sounds perfect. And a big guy. Santa! Fun is always in season. [Joanne continues miming] That's a keg. That's what I meant.
Erica: Oh, yeah. I was gonna say keg. Like, one big old keg.
Barry: You'll need six kegs. Sorry, I didn't know how to indicate that.
Erica: If I know us and our many beer-guzzling pals, that's the right amount.

Erica: Speaking of, who should we invite?
Barry: Bret Michaels.
Geoff: How about a nice mix of students and faculty?
Joanne: Or maybe a random mix of everyone.
Barry: Get a band, too. A loud one.
Geoff: Ooh, like a jazz trio.
Barry: You know what kind of music Erica loves? Heavy metal.
Joanne: Oh, yeah. Big head-banger.
Geoff: Studies have shown that heavy metal can be damaging to your hearing.
Joanne: Geoff.
Geoff: Which is why we have four other senses.
Erica: You do rely on your nose a lot.
Geoff: I do. I do. My old sniffer really fills out the world.

Beverly: I've got someone with an intimate knowledge of Fame. A bouncy little number composed straight out of my body.
Adam: Your maestro has arrived! The only thing I haven't done in my storied career at this school is direct a play.
Coach Nick: Or do a single pull-up.
Adam: Coach Mellor, chorus.
Beverly: Hmm!
Adam: In just three days, you'll be asking me, "Why are they all staring?" The answer is simple... Fame.
Mr. Perott: And that weird little cane you got, Goldberg.
Adam: Mr. Perott, also chorus.
Beverly: Boom!
Adam: Anyone else want to test me?
Mr. Glascott: I think you're doing a great job, Adam.
Adam: Glascott, male lead.
Mr. Glascott: Yes! I earned it with my talent.
Adam: Now get some sleep, you merry band of players, for tomorrow, you tread my stage.

Adam: You are nothing. But you are in luck, because I am an overflowing fountain ready to spill forth my skills upon you.
Beverly: Yes! My baby's losing his mind in service of my vision.
Adam: We must walk before we run. Actor's calisthenics! [claps] Stretch.

Geoff: Sweet party. D-Definitely an accurate number of kegs in our modest living space.
Erica: And I like how our kitchen is a mosh pit now.
Geoff: For sure.
Erica: Very college.
Geoff: And I saw the guys from Theta Beta hucking our throw pillows out the window.
Erica: I never should have told them what they were called.