Barry: Yeah, now I think we're gonna pass on the debazzler.
Beverly: Okay, now you're embarrassing yourself. It's bedazzler, as in regular items become dazzled.

Beverly: You never told me that. Did you mark it in the calendar?
Murray: You have a calendar? Where's this calendar?
Beverly: It's on my desk.
Murray: Wait, you've got a desk? Where's this desk?

Murray: Come on, Bevvy, can't the boy stay home alone for the day? I mean he is eleven. Or fourteen. Or whatever.

Adam: What's that?
Murray: It's a trough. Aim for a cigarette butt and make a game of it.
Adam: Where's the dividers? Where's the handle to flush? Where's the dignity, man?

Beverly: So, which boy is lost? His mother must be going insane. Oh, I snuck in some snacks. I've got microwave popcorn, some chips, and a beautiful tomato.
Barry: I don't want a tomato.
Beverly: Well, it's the last day before it turns. Somebody's gonna eat it.

Beverly: I'm gonna make us a dinner reservation at Red Lobster. Now, it's not Lobstober, or Shrimptember, or Clamuary, so you're gonna have to order carefully.

Pops: It's natural for teenagers to separate from their parents, but your mother loves you so much she'll never let that happen. That's why it's my job to- Why are you wearing that outfit?
Barry: You're gonna teach us how to fight mom, right?
Pops: No! I'm gonna teach you to combat at her guilt.
Barry: Oh, that makes more sense. Should I go change back?

Murray: When will this hand holding end already? For once in your life, be a man.
Adam: You don't think I'm a man?
Murray: All right, let me answer that question with this question. What superhero is on your underwear right now?
Adam: I outgrew those months ago!

Beverly: Wow, I am stuffed. What do you say we go home and burn off some of these calories with a little bedazzling?

Beverly: If spending time with your mother is some kind of torture, then I'll just walk home. Stop the car.