Beverly: I knew one day my kids would join the workforce, so like a good mother I compiled a list of occupations that are strictly off limits.
Barry: Why can't I be a construction worker?
Beverly: Eating lunch on a suspended beam with your legs dangling down? No way!
Barry: No pro-sports?
Beverly: Except golf, but you can't drive around in one of those buggies with no seatbelts.
Barry: Astronaut?
Beverly: Your sensitive tummy at zero-G?
Barry: Deli guy?
Beverly: Meat slicer.
Barry: Government clerk?
Beverly: Papercut.
Barry: Robot technician?
Beverly: Robot uprising.

Murray: Good stuff. What branch?
Barry: The one with the planes and boats. You're welcome, America.

Barry: Question, when do we get our nicknames assigned? Because I'm thinking I'm gonna be Sky Shark.
Andy: I call Sky Tiger.
Rob: Dude, I told you Sky Tiger was my nickname.
Andy: No one's Sky Tiger. I'm Sky Shark. There can't be two Skys.
Geoff: I was kinda thinking Thunder Shark.
Barry: No, bro, I'm the shark!