Geoff: Choo-choo! Baby gift train heading to Closet Station.
Beverly: You can turn that engine into a caboose, 'cause this closet is full of hundreds of Grammy-Baby matching jammies.
Geoff: Um.
Erica: One set seems like too many, but, okay, we'll just use the hall closet.
Beverly: No! No! No, no, no! Not the closet! Not... Not the hall closet!
Erica: Mom, let me just open the door.
Beverly: I said no.
Bill Lewis: [enters] I got your message, Bevy, so I came over to lend a hand... [closet door opens] My God, it's like a shrine to the Mur-man.
Geoff: Whoa. There's like ten yellow ones. I always thought it was just the one.
Bill Lewis: They hid so many mustard stains.
Virginia Kremp: The label just says "Shirt." And the size is, uh, "Man."
Beverly: Okay, fine! You all know my little secret! I've saved my husband's stain-and-wrinkle-resistant shirts. Are you happy?
Erica: Mom, I know it's tough, but while we're cleaning, maybe you should do some cleaning of your own?
Beverly: Look, I meant to go through all of his things, but... ...I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Maybe it's time. Let's go get some boxes.

Virginia Kremp: Surprise! It's a new Laura Ashley recliner!
Bill Lewis: It's a real beauty. Test drove it myself. Bill Lewis certified! Huh? [laughs]
Beverly: You get that piece of [bleep] out of my house, you [bleep] monsters!
Bill Lewis: I told you to get it in blue. My name is on the line here.
Virginia Kremp: Okay. Well, we thought because you gave away Murray's chair...
Beverly: My husband's chair had a name, Ginzy. Mr. Chair!
Bill Lewis: I was there when he named it. He had no passion for creativity.

Adult Adam: [v.o.] Turns out, I had gone a step too far in pranking my brother. Meanwhile, my mom was ready to go to great lengths to find my dad's recliner.
Beverly: Okay, the first 24 hours a chair goes missing are the most crucial. Bill, I want you to take these flyers, put them on every telephone pole, tree, and bus stop in the city.
Bill Lewis: I'm on it.
Beverly: Ginzy, I want you to follow every pickup truck in town and peek into their homes. If you get a positive ID, do not call for backup. Just go in alone.
Virginia Kremp: I-I'm probably just gonna ask around.
Beverly: Good. Improvise. Go where the chairs are. Now, the three of us will split up and begin our grid pattern search of every den, basement, and rec room in America.
Geoff: Feels like a lot of ground to cover.
Beverly: I'm gonna cover you in ground if you don't do what I say. Is that clear?
Geoff: Very.
Erica: Stop fighting her, Geoff, and maybe we'll get lucky.
Beverly: Oh, speaking of Lucky. Take a good sniff, girl. Breathe in Murray's essence. Go find that chair. [dog barks] Go, Lucky, go! Good Lucky!
Erica: And now we're missing a dog.