Barry: If I hadn't promised to spend spring break helping Joanne move, I'd so be in La La Land, partying at Spago with Sigourney Weaver, James Worthy, and Duran Duran.
Adam: None of those people will let you in their party.
Barry: It's my party! I may not let them in.
Adam: So you're gonna travel to a city where you know no one and throw a party?
Barry: At a Malibu mansion!
Adam: At a mansion you don't own!
Barry: We got a day rate!

Beverly: You used to be my sweet baby boy, afraid of the world, and now you'll be a hardened card fiend, willing to bet it all.
Adam: Card fiend? It's a friendly game.
Beverly: Please, my manicurist's son put a single nickel into a slot machine. Next thing you know, he's playing Russian Roulette to settle his cockfighting debts. He shot himself in the cheek, dimple to dimple. Now when he swigs water, he sprays like an Italian fountain.
Adam: None of that ever happened.
Beverly: Well, it's not happening to you, so go to class thankful you don't have any extra holes in your tiny perfect body, and we'll figure out your punishment later.
Adam: I think you discussing my holes at school is punishment enough, but okay.

Geoff: Hey, this is weird.
Erica: I thought you were going to Fort Lauderdale or something.
Geoff: Yeah, sure. I mean, I love sun and sand, but I'll probably just surf here. You know, hanging loose and hanging ten and all the other hangings.
Lainey: You surf now?
Geoff: I'm sort of a big wave chaser.
Lainey: Haven't seen you in a while, so I guess anything's possible.
Geoff: Cowabunga and whatnot.