Adult Adam: Back in the '80s, my family loved Halloween. The crazy costumes, the treats, the tricks. But since we were all older and had a new baby in the house, this year was on track to be more like any other day.
Beverly: Oh, this Lost Boys movie is entirely too scary. I mean, who in their right mind moves to Northern California?
Adam: Okay, let's just focus on the movie. Blood-sucking immortal creatures of the night are hell-bent on hanging out with high schoolers. It has flaws.
Beverly: I would love to be a vampire. Oh! Staying young with you forever? [chuckles] That is every mother's dream! And I presume every son's.
Adam: Yeah. Dreams. We all have 'em.

Barry: The Halloween war is on!
Adam: I know I shouldn't, but... what?
Barry: As you know, the Kremps have placed a family of skeletons on their lawn as a direct challenge to us.
Beverly: I think that's just Ginzy's lame attempt at a playful holiday decoration.
Barry: It is clearly a game of neighborhood one-ups-man ship. I will not allow our family to be out Halloween-ed!
Beverly: I guess we could string some lights together, and, uh... Oh, maybe get one of those giant Hefty bags shaped like a pumpkin that you fill with leaves. So, fun, but you get a chore done.
Barry: I'm talking about celebrating the way Americans are supposed to. With a front-yard deathscape that will haunt children's dreams into adulthood.
Beverly: My sweet boy wants to take the neighbors down by outshining them. [chuckles] I raised you so well.
Barry: I'm your favorite child. Now, to the street to see my handiwork in action!

Adult Adam: [v.o.] The only problem for Geoff was quality time with his daughter was hard to come by.
Geoff: Oh, look, it's my ever-present mother-in-law who's beaten me to my daughter... again.
Beverly: She was fussy, so I swooped in to take care of it. You were seven seconds critically late. You could have starved because Daddy doesn't care about you as much as I do.
Geoff: Okay, I think that's a tad bit unfair. And how did you know she was fussy?
Beverly: Oh, I have a separate military-grade monitor. It picks up everything. [chuckles] Even when a certain someone is singing "Macho Man" in the shower.
Geoff: The beat is good to scrub to. And wait. You're monitoring our monitoring?
Beverly: That's what a good granny does: Parent quality control.
Geoff: I think we're doing pretty okay.
Beverly: [chuckling] Oh, silly Geoffrey. That's because I'm always around. You can't drop the ball if I never throw it to you.
Geoff: But it's not your ball.
Beverly: Oh, it is because I made the ball that made this ball.