Beverly: So, my son is gonna melt in a nuclear disaster, and what's worse is, now he refuses to attend my funeral. Help me, Dean Dean.
Dean: As I've been trying to tell you since the museum part, housing became available for your children.
Beverly: It did?
Dean: Yes, and when I called to tell you, your husband said "No, thanks."
Beverly: Are you [bleep] [bleep] with me right now?

Barry: I mean it. You will never again have the experience of being in the same room as me.
Beverly: What if we're at a family wedding?
Barry: I will dance and eat the meal in the men's room.
Erica: What about a museum?
Barry: Unlikely, since I have no interest in history or art of any kind.
Erica: Fallout shelter?
Barry: I will train my body to survive a nuclear explosion.
Beverly: What about my funeral?
Barry: I will give a dominant eulogy...
Beverly: Oh, thank God.
Barry: ...on a video monitor from an undisclosed location.

Dean: Well, wait. To the extent that I believed or understood anything you said, uh, the dorm rooms are all full now. So, there's nothing I can do.
Beverly: This will be the first of many times you say that to me, and the first of many times I won't listen.
Dean: There may be something I can do.