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!

Erica: Pops, if your thing was so simple, we would have done it a long time ago.
Pops: You're right. I'm just a silly, old man. I should just go home, ball up my socks, and go to bed.
Erica: No. I'm sorry.
Barry: Don't do that. We love you.
Pops: It's not real! Don't feel!