Barry: Ah, JTP, my barbecue rib, fried rice, taco pizza.
Andy: Whoo!
Barry: Buckle up and enjoy your international journey.
Naked Rob: It's both sweet and salty, but also soft and crunchy, as if zero thought was given to its assembly.
Andy: Oh! I just bit into something sharp.
Barry: That's rib bone. I left them in for some extra flavor.
Matt: That explains why my slice is so heavy.
Barry: Pizza can be anything.
Andy: Not in this case. Move! I'm outta here!
Barry: I'll finish his. [eats] Ew. Not bad.

Adult Adam: [v.o.] Geoff and Erica still didn't know if they were having a boy or a girl, and it was time to find out the truth.
Dr. Bowman: So, this is the sonogram your father, the ophthalmologist, was looking at when he determined you were having a boy?
Geoff: And the appendage in question was, um, reminiscent in the style of most Schwartz men.
Dr. Bowman: Yeah, that's a pinky.
Geoff: Yeah, it is pink, isn't it? But don't worry, it'll cool down to a pale chiffon.
Dr. Bowman: I meant, that's not a penis.
Geoff: Well, it's not much, but it'll still do what it needs to.
Erica: He's saying it's a pinky finger, dumb-dumb.
Geoff: Ohh.

Barry: Enough! We are not here to discuss Ginzy's shaky family relationships. I want to hear some ideas. JTP, hit me!
Andy: You could write a letter to his fan club? That's how I got Captain Kangaroo's J. Hancock.