Adam: Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.

Murray: Seriously? Of all sports, you pick the one with the pointy sword. You know how your mom's crazy about eye safety. Crazy!

Pops: This reminds me of a story.
Murray: Please don't tell me a story.
Pops: I'm gonna tell you a story. When Bevvie was a little girl, all she wanted was to be a ballerina. Sadly, she was a very early bloomer. The other girls would keep a wide berth around her so if she lost her balance, they wouldn't be crushed beneath her enormous girl body. Point is, watching her dance is one of the happiest memories of my live. Don't you want to have that with your son?
Murray: Eugh, why do you always have to tell such wonderful and touching crap? Fine. If this is really your dream, I'll buy you the sword.