Murray: And the same goes for the thermostat. Yeah, I see you two looking.
Barry: That's 'cause it's colder in this house than it is outside.
Adam: Yeah, man. Can't you spare like two more degrees?
Murray: If you two are so cold, go out and shovel the walkway. That ought to work up a sweat but good.

Barry: Good job, dude. I can't feel my fingers, but this definitely was two hours well spent.
Adam: Do you think maybe we should shovel the walkway a little so Dad doesn't totally freak?
Barry: Yeah, we should after a quick expansion.
Adam: Quick's good. Whatcha thinking?
Barry: I'm picturing a master bedroom with an attached bath, butler's quarters, a dojo, one of those maze gardens, all of the rooms from "Clue," an indoor basketball court.
Adam: A basketball court inside a snow fort?
Barry: That's just the first floor. The second level's where the party's at. Hot tub, sauna, fire pit.
Adam: You don't think that'll create an awful lot of heat?
Barry: Yeah. Once the word gets out.

Erica: I take it back, okay? I take back every single word I wrote.
Beverly: You think you can just take it back like a bathing suit you've worn three times with the tags tucked in? (laughs) No way. I'm your hero.
Erica: No! Our history together will show I think you're the absolute worst.
Beverly: But now I'll forever know how you really feel about me, which is, "Everything my mother does comes from her heart."
Erica: Stop using my words against me.
Beverly: You are not my hero. I read a document that says otherwise.
Erica: God, you ruin everything.
Beverly: And yet I'm your "beacon on the hill."
Erica: I resent you so much right now.
Beverly: But yet you love me "more than anyone."
Erica: This is, quote, my worst nightmare.
Beverly: And it's my dream. Like the song says, I'm walking on air.
Erica: And I'm walking out.

Adam: I agree. It was joyous. But we're back in the house now. It's over.
Barry: Or do we continue the good times and Laughter forever?
Adam: You mean mess with Dad outside the whimsical world of the snow fort?
Barry: Of course. Now we know he's all bark and no bite. I bet he doesn't even think we're morons.
Adam: But that's his hurtful catchphrase.
Barry: From this moment on, I say we do the things that annoy him and entertain us.
Adam: Like sitting in his chair or leaving that last drop in the orange juice container?
Barry: Damn right! It's a snow-day revolution.

Murray: Bevy! Where's my tin of holiday popcorn?
Adam: Looking for something? Mmm! Flavored corn deliciousness.
Murray: What have you done?
Adam: Looks like you're not the only one who can enjoy four types of gourmet popcorn whenever he wants.
Murray: You better not have touched white cheddar.
Adam: Oh, I touched the white cheddar but good.

Erica: Mom isn't down here, is she?
Pops: I haven't felt her looming presence in over an hour, so you're safe.

Erica: That woman finding out that she's my hero is the worst thing that's ever happened to me.
Pops: Speaking of heroes, have I told you about all my rich life adventures?
Erica: Yes. Many times.
Pops: I bet you didn't know that after the army, I joined the USO and entertained the troops with a death-defying circus act.
Erica: I need help, Pops, not your old-man yarns.
Pops: They're not yarns. I trained a lion. His name was Stan.

Beverly: Well, you got to pick one so we can wear them on our ski trip this weekend.
Erica: Let's be clear, I am going skiing with Lainey and also 10 boys who I know a little bit.
Beverly: And your hero. I'm sure you want me to tag along.
Erica: In what world does that make sense?
Beverly: If Barry went on a ski trip, he'd want to bring his hero, Chuck Norris, and Adam would definitely want to ski with Crispin Glover. So it makes perfect sense that you would want to bring your hero, me.
Erica: Okay, weird Crispin Glover doesn't ski, and Chuck Norris likes a desert climate, so you're not going.

Erica: Wait a minute. You're right. I chose to write about Mom, so I can just write about someone else.
Pops: Now we're talking.
Erica: I'll write about myself, how I survived my crazy "smother" and became my own hero.
Pops: At this point, very little surprises me.
Erica: Thank you, Pops. You are my hero. I mean, for giving me the idea to write about myself.

Erica: My first tweak was when I, like, threw the whole thing out and started over.
Beverly: What's that, now?
Erica: Yeah, my new essay is about my inner hero and how I overcame the greatest obstacle of all.
Beverly: Me? It says I'm the obstacle?
Erica: Yep.
Beverly: (gasps) And ruiner of dreams?
Erica: For sure.
Beverly: Strangler of hope?!
Erica: Yep.
Beverly: A vampire draining your human sprite?
Erica: Oopsie, that is supposed to say "spirit." Good eye.