Adam: I don't want this. [rips tape]
Erica: What the hell, man?! That took me 20 minutes!
Johnny: Band drama. Noice. Been there. I've been asked to leave over 243 bands.
Erica: Then maybe you two should jam.
Johnny: In! Our name is Butt Oven. I'm lead vocals and guitar, and you carry everything.
Adam: I'm not joining Butt Oven! I wanna write a song with my sister.
Johnny: I see why you two didn't work out. This one's a diva.

Erica: Good stuff. So I'm gonna hit it.
Adam: Don't just go. Please?
Erica: Dude, what is going on with you?
Adam: What's going on with you? I haven't seen you all year.
Erica: I see you all the time.
Adam: When you're doing your laundry or try to pry money from Dad. You went to college, and we became strangers.
Erica: So, what, this is your lame attempt to reconnect?
Adam: It was lame, but it was all I had. And obviously it didn't work. See you whenever.

Ms. Cinoman: Why do I keep believing in children?
Barry: Good art is supposed to make you ask questions.
Ms. Cinoman: Here's one... how could half the partnership from "Lethal Weapon" be friends with a piece of candy?
Adam: That's your problem with it?
Barry: That's nothing a way-too-long backstory rap can't solve.

Adam: Erica? Why are you here?
Erica: To apologize. Everything you said was true... I've been prioritizing stuff over you, and it's not cool. And I don't want it to be just words. I mean it. No matter where I'm at in my life, I want you in it. You're my baby brother.
Adam: So what are you saying?
Erica: I'm saying that it's time for Goldberg and Goldberg to finish what they started.
Ms. Cinoman: Tootsie Roll, shark boy, you're out.
Barry: Whatever! I don't need any of you. Except to get me out of this thing.
Ms. Cinoman: Somebody unzip him!

Beverly: Hey.
Murray: I don't wanna talk about it.
Beverly: I do. All this time, I thought I knew everything about you, and I guess I don't.
Murray: Well, I certainly don't make it easy.
Beverly: Well, we could both be better about telling each other what we want.
Murray: I didn't know you wanted a beach house so badly.
Beverly: I don't care about some dumb house. I care about what's in it... our family being together and happy. If I can have all that, it can always be right here.
Murray: But the thing is, Mike's right. My business is changing.
Beverly: So what are you thinking?
Murray: I'm not sure. But I do know I've been too complacent. And if we're ever gonna get that shore house, I got to do something bold.
Beverly: Well, whatever you do, I'm always right behind you.

Vic: Le Bec-Fin! I can't believe I'm really here.
Mike: This is a very exciting time for you.
Vic: Oh, it really is. And I am eager to discuss my new role at the store moving forward.
Mike: You shall have the noble title of Baron of the Bookcases.
Vic: A baron? Hot dog!
Mike: And there's gonna be some other new stuff. For instance, no more sitting.
Vic: What's that, now?
Mike: I work my employees very hard. If you can lean, you can clean.
Vic: But royalty doesn't clean. They're supposed to lean.
Mike: Not in my kingdom.
Vic: La Bec-Fin!