Beverly: There you are, boopie. I need your fashion expertise. Which iron-on should I put on my purple jumpsuit, me as the wind beneath your wings or we're two peas in a pod?

Beverly: I get it. It's embarrassing having your mom as your hero. But don't worry, I can be cool. Hang with the hunkos in the bubbly tub with my ski gogs on.
Erica: (clicks tongue) Oh, my God. I don't (gags) even know how to respond to that.
Beverly: I know! It's gonna be great! Just like when we carpool to school together so we can have a little gossip time.
Erica: (gags) I just can't-
Beverly: And I'm gonna take you to my Friday-night scrapbooking club so you can see how your real hero cuts loose.
Erica: (gags)

Pops: Thinking you should have picked a different hero, one who's literally put his head in a lion's mouth?

Barry: Fancy meeting you here. Good to see you're keeping warm on this wintry day, Father.
Murray: Bup-bup. Not the dad.
Barry: (laughs) Hilarious as always. Speaking of funny stuff, do you recall when you told me there would be a time I'd come to you in desperate need? Well, that moment is now upon us.
Murray: Are you kidding? It's been, what, 20 minutes?
Barry: Time sure does fly, doesn't it?
Murray: Well, whatever you did, it's on you.
Barry: Yeah, you're teaching me a lesson about respect. Noble goal. In return, I'd like to teach you the highs and lows of car tobogganing, the recreational pastime that's sweeping the nation.
Murray: What did you do?
Barry: I lost Adam.
Murray: Get my pants!

Erica: Mom, it's just a stupid college essay. Why make this the biggest deal in the world?
Beverly: That essay was the only proof I had that you still want me as your mom.
Erica: Come on. That's not true.
Beverly: Every day, you roll your eyes at me and you tell me I ruin your life. And I know you're a teenager, and that's how it goes, but it hurts. And then I read this essay. And it was just nice to be reminded that you still think nice things about me sometimes.
Erica: Look, even though you have real impulse-control problems, and you threw me down on a sheet of ice, you shouldn't need some essay to know that you really are my (quietly) hero.
Beverly: What was that?
Erica: You're my stupid hero, okay? I know I don't say it, but I would be lucky to grow up to be as strong and confident and passionate as you are.

Adam: Dad?
Murray: You okay?
Adam: You were right. Snow is nature's weapon. I kind of hurt my ankle.
Murray: Come on. I'll get you home safe.
Adam: You're gonna yell at us when we get home, aren't you?
Murray: Oh, yeah.
Adam: Good.

Beverly: Ooh! Ohh! Oh! You're gonna be one sorry Schmoo!