Adam Quote #1395
Quote from Adam in The Kissing Bandits
Brea: Adam waited a week to tell me, and only because of something he kept calling "even-stevens."
Adam: It's a common expression.
Allison: You waited a week? That's not cool.
Brea: I know, right?
Allison: Like, why would you wait? Did the kiss mean more to you than it did to me?
Adam: Oh, oh!
Brea: I thought the same thing.
Adam: No! And you're kind of losing the thread, Allison.
Brea: Well, this has been fun. Maybe next time you can bring that weird Princess Leia doll you keep by your bedside.
Adam: She's boxed for posterity. There's nothing going on there. [Brea slams the door] Ooh! My jacket is caught in the door.
Allison: Bye.
The Goldbergs Quotes
‘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.