Murray: I know I got a little crazy. Sometimes it's hard because the two of you, your lives are so different to the way mine was. But truthfully, that's the way I want it. Now, go ahead, enjoy your music. I know it's your thing.

Beverly: I know you all have some questions about the messy incident that took place in our basement this weekend. But, let's agree to have an open dialogue free of any finger pointing. Mmkay? That said, I blame you, and you, and you, and - back up - you!

Beverly: Look, I realize they're not monsters. They're just growing up. Which means they're still sweet and cute and kind, but now they're also little [beep] that need to be watched at every turn.

Erica: What do you think?
Pops: You two are my grandkids, and I love you, so if you want me to say this confusing, fekakate song about ninjas and robot sharks is actually good, I'll say it.
Barry: Great! Do that!
Pops: I'm sorry. I thought I could, but I can't.

Barry: It's a compact disc.
Erica: Oh, it's so beautiful. I can't wait to go home and throw away my hundreds of useless cassettes.

Barry: We need to have this right now. You, Sam Goody!
Jared: That's the name of the store. My name's Jared.

Barry: It's the opposite of that. Engineers in lab coats have created a musical experience that is so crisp and clean it can literally improve your hearing.

Erica: Oh, it'll happen when I go upstairs and write the greatest song in the history of the world.
Barry: With a vicious rap interlude.
Erica: And when you hear my angelic song, you will weep, and clap, and be so moved that you will demand that we have a CD player.

Erica: Great. Then I will go write the greatest song in the world.
Barry: With a vicious rap interlude.

Beverly: And a pen to draw on the first dorkus who falls asleep - I'm looking at you, Dave Sirota.