Barry Quote #1068

Quote from Barry in Island Time

Adult Adam: [v.o.] And so they clubbed. Deep down, Barry couldn't have fun. He hated watching his fake wife flirt.
Club DJ : Alright! How low can you go?
Barry: [sighs] I don't think I can go any lower.
Adult Adam: [v.o.] Except he did. That night, Barry crushed the limbo contest.
Club DJ : We got ourselves a winner!
Adult Adam: [v.o.] But he sure didn't feel like it.
Barry: I need to say something. I came here to have the spring break of a lifetime, to party with my boys and hook up with girls. [cheering] No! No! Don't cheer that, because the sun, fun, and buns are meaningless, fleeting distractions.
Ren: Barry, what's going on?
Barry: What's going on is I felt something when we kissed, and I gotta know... did you feel something, too?
Ren: I'm sorry. I... I was just... having fun.
Club DJ : Ooh! She wasn't feeling it... but I feel something. Da, da, da beat! [cheering] [island music plays]

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Quote from Adam

Mr. Perott: Adam, these scores are not so hot. I thought nerds were good at math.
Adam: I'm more of a geek. W‐ We're still social and physical klutzes with quirky personalities, but we have intense passions for fringe interests.
Mr. Perott: And what's a dweeb?
Adam: Look, it's a rich continuum of discomfort, but what should I do about my test scores?

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Beverly: So?
Murray: Why have we never been to Portugal?
Beverly: Who gives a crap about Portugal? How'd it go with Adam's guidance counselor?
Murray: I think Adam's gonna spend about a year figuring it out.
Beverly: What?! No, you were supposed to be the bad cop!
Murray: You know, I've never been barefoot on anything but tile. Tile, Bevy! It's no way to live!

Quote from Beverly

Adam: Inside this envelope is my PSAT scores.
Beverly: The warm‐up test before the real test. Oh! The stakes have never been higher.
Pops: That sounds wrong, but sure.
Beverly: What's in this envelope could guarantee a full ride to an ivy or shame you into a state school, where your friends will be dentists, newspaper writers, and, God forbid, teachers.