Barry Quote #1393

Quote from Barry in The Kissing Bandits

Beverly: You're early. Well, I guess you're here to watch hockey with the fellas, huh? [quietly] Meet me downstairs in an hour, and we'll have some ice dance snuggles.
Barry: No need to whisper, Mother. I come bearing Pizza Hut pizza as a side dish to an equally tasty and satisfying announcement.
Bill Lewis: Hot damn! You know how to enter a room, son.
Vic: I'll take two slices, please, plus whatever nonsense this is gonna be.
Barry: As you indulge, know that I, Barry Goldberg, the epitome of all that is manly, love the graceful sport of ice dance.
Vic: So we get a pepperoni pie just for you to say the thing you like?

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 ‘The Kissing Bandits’ Quotes

Quote from Bill Lewis

Adult Adam: [v.o.] As I got iced out by Brea, the Winter Games were in full swing at home.
Bill Lewis: Aw, come on, USA! Canada's flag is a leaf! That's the weakest living thing on the planet. Sure, I pressed a few into my memory journal last autumn after a lovely drive up to Vermont, but we should be raking these guys up.

Quote from Barry

Joanne: Is everything okay?
Barry: That's what I'm wondering. Have Torvill and Dean lost their magic? The hairs on my arms are laying flat.
Joanne: I meant with you. You have that look on your face like when they get your order wrong at Burger Chef.
Barry: What's so hard about light lettuce, twelve pickles, three onion slices, double cheese, two top buns and ketchup-mustard at a one to seven ratio?
Joanne: You like what you like.

Quote from Beverly

Adult Adam: [v.o.] After coming clean about his love of ice dancing, my brother was free to enjoy his favorite sport with his favorite girl... and our mom.
Beverly: Hot stuff coming through, and also cocoa. See, I'm playful and not at all super miffed and confused.
Adult Adam: [v.o.] Yep, someone had gotten between their secret mother-son winter sport!
Beverly: All right!
Joanne: Thanks for the hot chocolate, Mrs. G.
Beverly: My pleasure, and don't feel bad that you showed up empty-handed like a rude, intrusive guest who doesn't know her place.