Marvin: We should do this more often. You know, bros watching shows. This is us at our best.
Murray: Like when we'd watch "Lone Ranger" as kids? You'd always be my Tonto.

Marvin: Listen, kid, if it's any consolation, you were totally right. Meeting K.I.T.T. in person It was, like, life changing. It w- It was better than you could ever think.
Adam: That's not a consolation! That's rubbing my face in it!

Beverly: Okay, Bill, if you could just stay in your designated area, I would appreciate it.
Bill Lewis: Oh, my bad. You see, when you're a pro at Thanksgiving like me, cooking is like jazz. You just go where it takes you. Bad-dap-pap-pow. Salt.
Beverly: No one likes jazz, okay? No one.

Bill Lewis: Oh, well, maybe we should do a little Pepsi challenge. Put our birds side by side. Winner takes all.
Beverly: We're not having a cook-off, okay? You're a guest in my home. I couldn't embarrass you like that.
Bill Lewis: Ooh! Sounds like someone's scared. Maybe you should be cooking a chicken instead! Ba-gawk!

Marvin: Admit it. I'm the Michael Knight. I'm even driving the car! [breathlessly] Son of a bitch!
Murray: Holy crap!
Marvin: [Voice breaking] Oh, no, K.I.T.T.'s hurt real bad!
Adam: Balls!
Marvin: Somebody call a car doctor!
Murray: That's called a mechanic, you moron.

Erica: This is what you get for being meat eaters. [chuckles] Not the right time to talk about my thing, huh? I'll come back later.

Adam: Look, don't blame Uncle Marvin. I may have kind of purposely turned you guys against each other.
Murray: Why?
Adam: I was mad you saw K.I.T.T. without me, but it was wrong to tear you guys apart. Also, it was shockingly easy to do. Honestly, it weirdly took no effort.