Murray: Hey. How you doing?
Adam: Well, I discovered the only thing worse than scoring on your own goal is getting scored into your own goal.

Murray: Look, I know you're not enjoying hockey, and I'm not enjoying you not enjoying hockey, so I thought, there has to be something else we can do together.
Adam: Please don't make me play football.
Murray: No, no, no. No sports. Done with sports.

Beverly: Mail just came.
Erica: Oh, my God!
Beverly: I knew you could do it.
Erica: I may actually go to California.
Beverly: I'll follow you to the moon, baby.

Erica: "Fidangle, verb to finish dangling." What the hell? She wouldn't. She would.

Murray: You ready?
Adam: Hell yeah. I'm ready to hockey it up.

Beverly: Okay, you didn't even answer the last 10 questions. What's wrong with you?
Erica: You're what's wrong with me! You know what? That's fine. I'm done for the night.
Beverly: The night has just begun, missy. Tuchus down, now.
Erica: Look, my SAT tutor said that taking too many practice tests will burn you out.
Beverly: And that's why I fired her.

Adam: Dad, I told you there was an alien egg in your stomach. What do you think that means?

Erica: Oh, my God. I thought you were just talking like a crazy person like you do every other second of the day. But you actually helped me boost my score by like 100 points.

Adam: No, no, stop! I'm the enforcer. You can't enforce the enforcer.

Murray: This is your fault, you moron.
Barry: I'm a moron? Adam's the one who got suspended for fighting.
Murray: Yeah, you're the one who taught him how to fight!
Barry: I was trying to help him. All he wanted to do was impress you.
Murray: How's it supposed to impress me to have him dragged by the face and turned into a human hockey puck?
Barry: I don't know.