Pop-Pop: First Adam's a beatnik, next thing you know, he's shooting dice with Lenny Bruce and the Black Panthers.
Geoff: That seems like a logical next step after a diner job, but the kid has a purpose again.
Erica: If you're worried about him, just go down to the diner. You'll feel better seeing Adam working hard.
Pop-Pop: Yeah, maybe you're right. Also, all this sad sandwich and horse-brush talk makes me want to take a break from you two for a while.

Adult Adam: [v.o.] While Pop-Pop was missing me at home, my mom was missing her youth.
Beverly: "There was an old woman who lived in a shoe." And she was probably younger than me. [Muriel babbles] I mean, look at her, so vibrant, living the dream in her downtown shoe.
Barry: That's not how that goes.
Beverly: How it goes is downhill from here. Watch Muriel for a sec. I gotta get her pacifier.
Barry: Why are you carrying your purse?
Beverly: Because that's what old ladies do. We clutch our purses filled with Geritol tablets, frayed bingo cards, and memories of what was.
Barry: Alright, Mom, this is ridiculous. Just put this down.
Beverly: Get off me, you whippersnapper.
Barry: Whippersnapper?
Beverly: That's right. That's a word I use now.

Barry: That's enough! You are not that old, and you know it. And the doctor said your ankle's back to normal, so you can stop with the cane.
Beverly: Okay, well, it doesn't matter. I feel old. I'm a grandma, a widow. It's obvious my best days are behind me.
Barry: Oh, stop it. You're the most energetic, relentless, and intrusive person I've ever known.
Beverly: Oh, Barry. How is it you always know the exact right thing to say?
Barry: What do you say? We practice a little more and hit Rhinestones and Roses tonight?
Beverly: I say yee-haw!

Adult Adam: [v.o.] Thanks to Barry, my mom was on a roll, and I was serving one to an unexpected customer.
Adam: Hey, Pop-Pop!
Pop-Pop: This roll is stale.
Adult Adam: An unexpected and difficult customer.
Adam: New one coming up. Good to see you.
Pop-Pop: And coffee.
Adam: You got it.
Pop-Pop: I don't want what's been sitting around. Fresh pot. Snap, snap, snap.
Adult Adam: An unexpected, difficult, and rude customer. And things got worse from there.

Adam: And why are you riding me like this?
Pop-Pop: What, because I'm your grandfather, I should let you slack off? Huh? With that attitude, you get no tip.
Adam: Fine. I'll give you a tip instead. You're bad news, daddy-o.
Pop-Pop: That's it. Where's Elvis? I demand to see Elvis!
Johnny Atkins: Love me tender. How can I help you?
Pop-Pop: This beatnik has no respect. To think people like me fought in a war so that he could smoke clove cigarettes and write poems that don't rhyme.
Adam: You didn't fight in the war.
Pop-Pop: I said people like me!
Adam: Why are you being such a turd right now?
Johnny Atkins: Whoa, Goldnerd, much as I respect you for treating customers like this, you can't treat customers like this. You're fired.
Adam: What?!
Pop-Pop: No, I-I didn't mean...
Adam: Save it! All you wanted was for me to get a job and learn how to work hard, then you come here and ruin it? Thanks a lot, Pop-Pop.

Beverly: [clears throat] Attention, h*nky-tonkers.
Barry: Whoo!
Beverly: The other night, I made a bit of a fool of myself here on the dance floor, and I have to admit, I was feelin' kind of low. But then someone reminded me that just because you get a little older, it doesn't mean you're not still young at heart. I'd like to dedicate this first dance to him.
Emcee: We don't do dedications.
Beverly: To my son, Bronco Goldberg. [cheers and applause] [laughs] You may begin the hoedown!

Jane Bales: This is a terrible idea, Beverly. You are gonna fall on that baby.
Beverly: The only thing I'm gonna destroy is the dance floor.
Jane Bales: What? No. No. I said "fall." Did you not hear me? I'm even more concerned now.
Adult Adam: [v.o.] And with that, my mom was back in the saddle...
Beverly: I'm the first woman to have it all!

Pop-Pop: You got a second?
Adam: Whatever.
Pop-Pop: I got your job back.
Adam: Thanks. But I still don't understand why you came in and acted that way. It was like you were mad at me or something.
Pop-Pop: I dunno. Sort of got used to having you around. And I thought maybe it didn't mean as much to you as it did to me.
Adam: So... you missed me.
Pop-Pop: Hey, don't put words in my mouth. But, yeah, I guess I did.
Adam: You could have just said something.
Pop-Pop: I'm not so good at yapping about my feelings and whatnot. It's not what I do.
Adam: Well, I think you're doing it right now.
Pop-Pop: You know, you're pretty smart for a total idiot. [Adam hugs Pop-Pop]

Jane Bales: Oh, she's so precious. You must be so happy, Beverly.
Beverly: I am. I really am.
Jane Bales: And at least now you've got someone who's your intellectual equal.
Beverly: Gasp! Was that a swipe at me? Thank you, Jane Bales.