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.

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.

Joanne: Wait, is the guy Torvill or the lady Torvill?
Beverly: Um, hellooo, Torvill is the blonde fox in the glittering skirt. And Dean is the blonde stud in the sequined tuxedo. [laughs] I'm so embarrassed for you.
Barry: You're just learning.
Joanne: Ooh, I love how their outfits sparkle when they twirl.
Beverly: I think you mean "twizzle." [laughs] Did you hear that, Barry? She said "twirl" when she meant "twizzle."
Joanne: Is that not what it is?
Beverly: Oh, Joanne, you quirky rube who knows nothing and makes this experience so much worse.
Barry: It's fine. I didn't learn the terms the first time either.
Joanne: So is figure skating always duos? Is there ever something crazy like a trio?
Beverly: It is always two. Three is garbage in almost every situation in life, Joanne.