Beverly: Sweetie, you have to eat.
Erica: Food reminds me of Drew. He used to eat food.
Beverly: Baby, if you don't eat, then I have failed as a mother.

Barry: Mom? Are you kidding me right now? Move.
Beverly: I will not move. I will never move. You're my special boy. If you end up being just a head, then I have failed as a mother.

Beverly: Wow, I am being rejected by two people who were tethered to my body for nine months by a food cord. That's right, everything I ate you got a tiny mushed up version of. Everything!

Barry: You know that thing mom does when she storms out of the car and you have to beg her to get back in?
Pops: Oh yeah, the big guns.
Barry: Well, we left her on the side of the road like an old mattress. Boom!

Beverly: I'm going to die one day, but have fun with your friends.