Beverly: There's my schmoopaloopa. Where's your brother? He's got to hear this.
Erica: Yeah, he's indisposed.
Beverly: Hey, Barry, everything going okay in there?
Barry's voice: [from keyboard] Hi, Mom, this isn't a good time. This is Barry.
Beverly: But I haven't seen you all week. Open the door and let me hold your hand while you make poopalas.
Barry's voice: Thanks for stopping by! This is Barry.
Erica: Yeah, it's no bueno in there. Let me walk you to your car.
Barry's voice: Uh-oh! Barry did it again.
Beverly: [laughing] Oh! There you go, my big boy.
Barry's voice: This is Barry. I'm enjoying a shower.
Beverly: What? It doesn't sound like it.
Barry's voice: Testing. Erica, I don't think this is working.
Beverly: What a weird thing to say.
Erica: It really is, but he's obviously going through a lot, so let's not pull threads.
Beverly: Remind him to wash his bottom.

Adam: Pops, it's a dire romantic emergency.
Pops: Why do you think I hang out here all day buttering up bagels?

Geoff: Thank God it's over.
Barry: And yet it's not, young Geoffrey. With tonight's success, Mom will surely want to do this again every week.
Geoff: But I'll crumble under the weight of our thousands of lies!
Erica: It'll be fine. We'll do whatever it takes to keep our secret.
Beverly: What secret? That you guys are living together?
Geoff: Oh, no. She knows. Erica, she knows.
Erica: I know she knows. How do you know?
Beverly: I suspected, and also Geoff blurted it out three times tonight.
Geoff: It's true! We're living together! Why do I keep saying it? Pepperoni!