Barry: Do you realize what this means? If the Beasties can make it, so can we. Answer me this. Do we not have a license to ill?
Adam: Dude, you spelled license wrong.
Barry: Don't pass this offer up, Ad-Rock. I think you have what it takes to join my Beastie Boys-inspired group, The Tasty Boys.
Adam: Can we give it five minutes more on the name?
Barry: No, the name is stuck!

Adam: You'd really let me into your rap super-group?
Barry: Of course. Your weird voice sounds like you have a young man and an old woman stuck in your body, so I'll clearly be the breakout star.

Virginia Kremp: And the best part, Charles did the whole thing himself and it cost half the price.
Beverly: Get out.
Virginia Kremp: I swear.
Beverly: No, get out of my way. Move your body. I must speak to Murray right away.

Adam: I'm just happy he's including me. Like DJ Jazzy Jeff.

Barry: You're stalling because you're afraid of what people might think of you. I, on the other hand, don't think at all.
Adam: It's true. He does not think.

Beverly: Shows what you know. With Bob Villa on my side, I can build anything.

Murray: What the hell happened?
Beverly: I wrecked the kitchen. Now I have no place to cook. We're going to have to order Italian take-out like a group of hobos.

Pops: That Bob Villa's a real piece of work. Building us up, making us think we could lay tile. We can't lay tile.

Beverly: You bastards! It's exactly the same.
Bill Lewis: I'm a good reader of people and you don't seem pleased.

Beverly: Is this almond-colored? It's beautiful. Like dirty snow.