Brea: Is your mom hiding in the custodial closet?
Adam: Right by the lemon Pledge and a little chair by a radio.
Brea: She must feel terrible.
Adam: Yeah, she's acting like she's more embarrassed than me.
Brea: Well, you're not the one who canoonerred. [off Adam's confusion] It's my family's word for it.
Adam: Adorable, but Beverly Goldberg's public explosions are nobody's fault but hers.
Brea: Maybe you could at least be sympathetic to the woman who tries to give you everything?
Adam: Hmm, let me think about it. No.
Brea: Adam, all she wanted was for you to be healthy. Just like I do.
Adam: You care about me that much?
Brea: Almost as much as she does. So you'll make it right?
Adam: I'll consider it, but I need a day.
Adult Adam: [v.o.] Or possibly the rest of my life.

Adult Adam: [v.o.] Even though my mom had committed the ultimate embarrassment, the school day rolled right on.
Principal Ball: It's Bike Safety Week, seniors! Although most of you drive cars and stopped learning things weeks ago, let us not forget our two-wheeled friends.
Mr. Glascott: Right. "Bicyclist" is just "friend" spelled with many different letters.

Principal Ball: I agree with young Goldberg. We all make mistakes. Like Bike Week. Why was this a good idea? [school bell rings]
Beverly: Adam. So you're not embarrassed of me?
Adam: Always. But I can't have you being embarrassed of yourself. You're Beverly Goldberg.

Geoff: What? No. I'm not going anywhere he is.
Barry: Good. 'Cause there's a huge world out there for you to explore, most of which doesn't have me in it. But stay away from Australia and the Americas.
Erica: Guys, stop. Joanne and I talked about it, and we're to blame, as well.
Joanne: It's true. We should've just encouraged you to be yourselves.
Erica: You're brothers. You'd do anything for each other. Even giving up something that you want more than anything in the world.
Barry: I really did want you to get it.
Geoff: Me too.
Barry: Bro.
Geoff: Bro. [they hug]

Adam: Gaah! I mean, "Gah."
Beverly: Well, hello, Adam. Or should I say pupil? [chuckles] Because I am a teacher... A teacher of the physical arts.
Adam: No. You are nothing because you have no students to instruct.
Beverly: Au contraire, fruit of my 26-hour labor. I have plenty of eager bodies to shape.