Beverly: Sweetie, you have to eat.
Erica: Food reminds me of Drew. He used to eat food.
Beverly: Baby, if you don't eat, then I have failed as a mother.

Adam: Listen, you've been spending way too much time at the arcade. You're on edge. You've been neglecting your schoolwork. You stopped showering.
Barry: Who showers every day?! What am I, the governor?!

Erica: [Sobbing uncontrollably]
Beverly: Boopie, what's wrong? What is it? Come, sit. Tell mama.
Erica: [Whimpering and whining]
Beverly: What are you saying?
Erica: [Whining]
Murray: Are you physically hurt? Did someone drop something on you?
Erica: And then and then and then-
Beverly: I can't understand you.

Barry: She said Drew Kremp drove her home today in his sweet Mustang and dumped her out of nowhere.
Erica: [Whining]
Murray: How the hell did you understand her?
Barry: As most of you know, I've spent a majority of my life hysterical and emotionally out of control. I speak the language.
Erica: [Whimpering]
Barry: She'd like some hot tea with a little bit of honey.

Murray: The point is that I know there's no easy fix here, but all you need is time.
Erica: How much time?
Murray: I don't know. But I promise you that one day you're gonna wake up, and it just won't hurt as much.
Erica: I hope so. Thanks, daddy.
Murray: Really? I helped you?!
Erica: Yeah, I am just as surprised as you are.
Murray: Well, you're gonna be just fine. You are.

Barry: Well, you look like a million bucks. Speaking of a million bucks, can you float me a $20?
Pops: Is this for the arcade again? This is the fourth time this week. I got to cut you off, kiddo.
Barry: You can't cut me off. You're my grandfather! You're supposed to give me unconditional love and money until you pass!
Pops: I got three chicks on the string right now. I got to manage my cash flow.

Adam: My Falcon! You got it back?!
Barry: Dude, get off me! If you touch my torso again, I will smash your spaceship with my hands.

Drew Kremp: Listen, I know we've only been dating for a few weeks, but there's something I've got to ask you.
Erica: Huh?
Drew Kremp: Erica Elizabeth Goldberg, will you-
Erica: My middle name's Dorothy, but that that's okay. Uh, whatever you're gonna say, just say it.

Erica: It's like a slipper like a glass slipper, but it's not! It's a jacket!

Pops: I think she's on drugs. Are you hopped up on goofballs?
Erica: You're the cutest!