Beverly: [gasps] It's from my father's attorney.
Bill Lewis: Attorney, you say?
Erica: It's postmarked for almost two months ago.
Barry: My real inheritance! Pops gave me that dumb pen so I can endorse the $10,000, gold certificate that clearly fits inside this!
Murray: Ah, give it to me. Moron. "Dear Goldberg Family, this letter is to inform you that it was Albert Solomon's final wish "that you join together in spreading his ashes in his favorite place."
Barry: That's it? Check the back for a treasure map or a deed to a silver mine.
Murray: Nothin'.

Beverly: The truth is, your grandfather was very proud to have served, but the French people he found to be filthy [bleep].

Beverly: Of course it's fake! Horses don't hold gavels! Murray, how could you?
Murray: I'm sorry. It's just that everyone's having such a hard time.
Beverly: It's supposed to be hard. We lost somebody we love.
Murray: But no one's dealing with it. Y-Y-You're suddenly calling yourself an orphan and you won't go out with your friends. And Erica hates every wedding venue because they're all missing the same thing. Her grandfather.
Geoff: Is that true?
Murray: And Barry hates that pen because it makes him think that Pops was disappointed in him somehow. And this one's carrying around a doll and calling it Pops so he can pretend he never died at all.
Beverly: [voice breaking] Fine. We're not handling this well. But we're not all built like you, Murray.
Murray: No. I'm worse than all of you, because I haven't been able to face this at all.
Beverly: What are you saying?
Murray: The guy who gave me my business, my family, my happiness, he... he's gone forever, and I don't know the first thing to do.
Adam: You really miss him, too?
Murray: Of course I miss him. I'm sorry I haven't talked about it. It's just so damn hard. [Adam hugs Murray]