Adam: Why am I helping them move? My arms are built for Nintendo, not whatever you call this.
Beverly: Manual labor?

Barry: Hey, I sense an un-chillness in the air, when I, in fact, demand a fully formed chillness.
Joanne: Mm. It's those two, babe. They did this to the air.
Erica: Why are you guys even here?
Barry: We realized that when you move into your own place, your parents don't buy food for you anymore. So, we're eliminating the middle man and stocking up.
Geoff: Is the middle man the supermarket, where you'd buy your own food?
Barry: Bingo! It's the only downside about our new place. It's been like a second honeymoon for us.
Erica: You guys aren't married.
Barry: Then a first honeymoon.
Erica: You guys aren't married.

Adult Adam: [v.o.] It was March 22, 1980-something, and Barry and Joanne had finally found a place to move into, Pop-Pop's old apartment.
Pop-Pop: Bathroom, uh, room... um, stove you could burn your trash on. And here's the dying room.
Joanne: Do you mean the dining room?
Pop-Pop: Oh, sure. That's probably what you guys will use it for.
Barry: This place is awesome. There are support bars in the shower, so I can do my tricep dips while I wash off the sweat.
Joanne: Yeah, it certainly has your personality, Pop-Pop.
Pop-Pop: Uh, Barry, who's this broad you're shacking up with, again?
Joanne: I'm Joanne. I've been dating your grandson for over a year now. [chuckles] I gave you my bone marrow.