Matt Quote #13
Barry: Okay, JTP. Today, we face a rival gang the likes of which we've never seen. They're crafty, they're pushy, they're old. What do we do?
Andy: I got it! Moms love laundry, right? So we bring in a basket of clothes and have them fight over who gets to fold it.
Geoff: Or we tell them the floor's dirty, watch them scrap over who gets to mop it to a brilliant shine.
Barry: Or we say only one of them has the privilege of making us an afternoon snack, and then we watch them fight.
Matt: Um, guys? Your plan is predicated on the idea that these moms love cooking and cleaning, and I don't think they do.
Barry: Buzzkill Bradley strikes again.
Geoff: What does "predicated" even mean?
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Quote from Coach Mellor
Coach Mellor: Why are you never this fired up in gym class?
Adam: 'Cause I'm a theater geek, Coach, not that you'd ever understand.
Coach Mellor: [blows whistle] That's a flag on the assumption.
Adam: Really? You like musicals?
Coach Mellor: Last month, my lady love, Ms. Cinoman, dragged me to a community college for an evening of theater. I had prepared myself for a night of misery, when out of nowhere, this troupe of cats came crawling down the aisle. They were singing, dancing, with their athletic thighs and their gymnastic voices. I wish I could remember what that show was called.
Adam: "Cats."
Coach Mellor: No, that's not it. It'll come to me.
Quote from Barry
Barry: Well, then, we must seek guidance from the only person who knows how to outsmart Beverly Goldberg: my sister, Erica.
Erica: No. [hangs up phone]
Naked Rob: So no Erica? At all?
Barry: That is all we're gonna get.
Geoff: Aw. But I was really looking forward to seeing her this week.
Barry: Well, if you think about it, she's off at college, so it really makes no sense why she'd be involved in any of this.
Quote from Beverly
Essie Karp: Bev, we're your best friends. We help each other out through thick and thin, right?
Beverly: Of course.
Essie Karp: Then it's our job to tell you that boy manipulates the hell out of you!
Linda Schwartz: Played you like a fiddle.
Beverly: Please. I invented emotional blackmail and guilt. That's my jam.