Geoff: There is so much stuff in here. What's with all these notes from your mom?
Erica: She put one in my lunch every day like a crazy lady, and I just chuck them in here.
Geoff: "Dear Schmoo, I love you more today than I ever have before. I am here for you always."
Erica: Okay, that one's kind of sweet.
Geoff: "Dear Boopie, you're a perfect angel, and Drew Kremp doesn't deserve you. P.S. his Mustang now has some serious scratches"?
Erica: Holy crap. She's the one who keyed Drew's car?!
Geoff: "Dear Squishy, I know change is hard, but I promise you, sweetie, your boobies will grow just like the rest of you." Okay, maybe I shouldn't read all these.

Erica: This is exactly why I can't wait to leave this house and never come back.
Beverly: Oh, poop. We both know you're gonna miss my cuddles and snuggies and plubbies next year.
Erica: I'm sorry. "Plubbies"?
Beverly: It's something I've been workshopping, and I think it's ready to go. [chuckles] Guard your belly button.

Erica: Mom, face it. Our family is changing. Everything that you've come to know over the past few years is about to be turned on its head.
Beverly: Don't say that! The Goldbergs will always stay the same. Nothing will ever change in this house.
Barry: Nothing except Lainey leaving for fashion school and basically taking a dump on my dreams.
Beverly: Okay, fine. I acknowledge that's also big. Erica and Lainey are going to college. But that's it. No more changes.
Adam: Hey, Ma, can you pick up some Bic razors? Mine's a little dull from scraping the old scruff.
Beverly: No! Bad boy! You do not shave!
Adam: I gotta. My old lady, Jackie, likes me smooth.
Beverly: But I'm your old lady.
Adam: You know, saying that kind of stuff was cute when I was a tiny child, but now it's getting weird.
Beverly: Fine. Erica and Lainey are leaving. My little baby boy has grown into a gangly, deep-voiced, furry young man. But that's it no more changes.