Andy: In fact, I was thinking, we should all have cowboy names. And then at the honky-tonk, that's what we use to talk to each other.
Barry: That's perfect.
Andy: Great! Okay. 'Cause I already got my name... Bronco.
Barry: I'll be Bronco.
Andy: Wait, what?
Naked Rob: I'm feeling like a Tex. It's my very first thought, but I also don't care, 'cause I freakin' love it.
Barry: You got it, Tex.
Naked Rob: Thank you kindly, Bronco.
Andy: Wait, that's my name.
Matt: What about Colt for me?
Barry: It's settled. You're Colt, Naked Rob is Tex, Barry is Bronco, and Andy is Half-Pint.
Andy: Half-Pint? What does that have to do with anything country?

Beverly: Wait, you guys are going out?
Erica: Remember? You're babysitting? We have Lou's dumb eye man award ceremony.
Geoff: He's being honored by the Professional Ophthalmologists of Philadelphia. Yes, the acronym is POOP, and, no, I don't know why they don't change it.
Barry: So Lou's winning a...?
Geoff: You know it's a Poopie.
Barry: And how would you phrase it if he won?
Geoff: [sighs] My dad brought home the Poopie.
Barry: Yeah, worth it.

Beverly: Erica, recent events have caused me to realize that country music is incredibly simple to write and perform.
Erica: That's not even remotely true.
Beverly: Well, I've written a song and I want you to record it, vaulting us both to stardom as a mother-daughter country duo. Give it a whirl.
Erica: I can whirl it into the nearest trash can.
Beverly: I'll finish folding all of Muriel's laundry.
Erica: Ladies and gentlemen, "Bubbe's Waltz." [chuckles] [strumming guitar] ♪ Drove her wagon down to the farm ♪ ♪ Had a cold beer with some hot shrimp parm ♪ ♪ She wears a sweater and bedazzled boots ♪ ♪ She gives nom-noms to her schmoopie-poops ♪ ♪ She's a bubbe baby with a golden mane ♪ ♪ She's a bubbe baby with looks and brains ♪ ♪ She's a bubbe baby with looks and brains ♪
Beverly: What do you think?
Erica: I think I'm an incredible singer, and I still can't make this work.