Beverly: Here, try Bevy's secret hangover recipe.
Other Erica: Why does it smell like fish?
Beverly: That's the shrimp. It's the aspirin of the sea. Drink up.

Beverly: In honor of my schmoopie-poop's arrival home and back into my loving arms, I present the most tender brisket ever brisketed.
Erica: How can you brisket at a time like this? Dad's about to come home and lose his mind when he hears I dropped out.
Beverly: That's the point. I know exactly how to butter up your father. You do it with meat. And actual butter.

Adam: You broke your husband.
Beverly: And Mama's comin' for you next!
Adam: Please! I need this!
Beverly: No. Marjorie Shenkman's lawn guy's nephew went out for off-campus lunch one time, flipped his Saab, and skimmed the top of his head off. Now when he goes to cocktail parties, people try to put their drinks on his head, like he's an end table.
Adam: There is no flat-skulled man with a whiskey sour on his dome!
Beverly: He had to get a job as Frankenstein at that theme restaurant where they salute old horror movies. More drinks on the noggin.
Adam: Just let me drive.
Beverly: He tried to cover it with a toupee, but it didn't sit right. It looked like an area rug sitting on top of a Rubik's Cube.
Adam: You're exhausting!
Beverly: W... I'm just trying to keep my perfectly round-headed schmoopie safe!

Beverly: You can't say stuff like that to me.
Adam: But I mean it. Why would I want to be anywhere near your craziness?
Beverly: Because you have to. I am your mom. I love you more than myself.
Adam: Come on! Enough!
Beverly: [sighs] Someday, when you're a parent, you're gonna see how hard it is to worry about your kids every moment of every day.
Adam: You don't worry about Barry and Erica like this anymore.
Beverly: Of course I do. It never stops. I feel like there's a little piece of my heart floating around out there, and I may never get it back. Adam, you need to understand that I will never change when it comes to protecting my kids.
Adam: And you need to know you're not protecting me. You're just keeping me from experiencing life.
Beverly: [sighs] I suppose I could... Loosen the reins a little bit.

Adult Adam: [v.o.] Back in the '80s, one of the most popular movie genres was body swapping. Yep, nothing was more hilarious than seeing someone wake up in another person's shoes, which made picking what to watch impossible.
Andy: Ooh! Grab 18 Again. It's George Burns, but he's 18 again. He's got the wisdom of a lifetime in the body of a whippersnapper.
Naked Rob: How about Freaky Friday? A mom and her teenage daughter swap bodies. As if the mother-daughter relationship isn't fraught enough already.
Matt: All of Me. Steve Martin gets Lily Tomlin's soul crammed in his head, and, boy, does she have opinions.