Barry: My perfect girl? Well, she should have big blue eyes, and big blonde hair.
Beverly: Mmm, she sounds fun.
Barry: She shouldn't be afraid to speak her mind, you know? I mean, she should have a sensitive side, but still be a hard-ass.
Beverly: Oh, sit up straight, honey.
Barry: And I want her to take care of me. Cook, pick up my stuff, make me hot pockets.
Beverly: Mmm.
Barry: By the way, thank you for the hot pocket.
Beverly: All right, and I'm on the case for my sweet, handsome, delicious boy.
Erica: You know you just described mom.
Barry: What!? I did n- Oh, my God! Mom! I meant a brunette who doesn't cook at all. And she's gotta be super shy and not related to me at all.

Adam: Falcon has eyes on the target. I repeat Falcon is closing in.
Barry: Whoa, wait. I wanted to be Falcon.
Adam: Fine. Golden Eagle is on the move.
Barry: Oh, man, that's way better. I'm that!
Adam: Just pick a name!
Barry: Fine! I'm Golden Falcon Shark. Over.

Erica: What the hell is going on? Is Barry forcing you to be here?
Adam: No, I'm here by choice.
Erica: If you're in trouble, blink.