Adam: [rec] So, how'd you guys get your name?
Erica: Our band name? Oh, man, that's a crazy story. See, we're called The Dropouts because we dropped out of college.
Other Erica: When you hear it out loud, it's not really crazy or a story.
Geoff: I'm their manager. Rock 'n' roll!

Murray: Going to the Phillies game. See you later.
Beverly: Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa! You want to bake in the stands in an open baseball stadium like a Wawa hot dog for hours on end?
Murray: You mean live my life? Yeah.
Bill Lewis: Bevy, let the man have a little fun before he lays down his burden [voice breaks] and crosses beyond the veil.
Murray: Bill, no one knows what you're saying. Go wait in the car.

Beverly: Hey. I know you're mad, but I got you a little something that I know will cheer you up. [chuckles] I went to Carvel, and I ordered a Schmitty-Puss!
Murray: A what-a-puss?
Beverly: Schmitty-Puss. It's a Cookie-Puss ice cream cake with a butterscotch mustache made special just for you!

Bill Lewis: What are we waiting for, Mur? Let's go get our Schmitty-Puss. I can taste Mike's butterscotch mustache right now.

Bill Lewis: Wow, your neck is thirsty. It's really sopping up all this sunscreen.
Murray: Yeah, spread it around good, like peanut butter.
Beverly: What the hell's going on?
Murray: What? Just doing what you wanted. Sunscreening up.
Beverly: Carvel is down the street. He doesn't need that much goop to go a couple of blocks.
Bill Lewis: All right, go ahead and pop that shirt off. Don't want those rays to get through.
Beverly: No! Don't pop anything off. What the hell is happening?
Beverly: Did you talk to the doctor? What did he say?
Bill Lewis: Well, the general gist is he's got a bad mole, so Mur's gotta go back and have more melon balled out.
Beverly: Wait. You took him to the doctor instead of me?
Bill Lewis: I'm his rock.

Beverly: Hey, hey! What's the word, papa bird?
Murray: What is this?
Beverly: It's just me. Easy-breezy Beverleezy.
Murray: What are you talking about?
Beverly: Oops. I almost forgot. Doctor E gave us a ring rang, little jingle jangle on the Ma Bell.
Murray: What? What are these words?
Beverly: Doc said you're all set for your little snip and stitch manana. Not that I'm stressin'. Ya feel me?
Murray: Actually not, but it doesn't matter. It's just outpatient. Bill will take me home.
Beverly: Makes no diff to me. Cab it, thumb it. Heck, grab Big Tasty's skateboard and shred all the way home, brah.
Murray: Did you say "brah"? Did you get hit in the head? What's wrong with you?
Beverly: [laughing] Nothing! Frankie says "Relax"! Where's the beef? I ain't afraid of no ghost.

Pops: Oy vey, Murray! Beverly's loudmouth yentas just told me about [whispering] the mole.
Beverly: You're harshin' everyone's vibe, Daddy-o. The only mole we talk about in this house is guaca-mole.
Pops: Why is she speaking in jive and Spanish?
Murray: I told her that she makes us crazy with her constant worrying.
Pops: That, you do.
Beverly: Okay, fine! I love this family so much, I worry myself sick.
Pops: That, she does.
Beverly: But there's one thing I'm even better at than worrying when it comes to my family, and that's kicking ass.
Pops: That, you do.

Beverly: So I'm not gonna worry about this anymore, and neither are you, because I refuse to let anything bad happen to you. Understand? But if I'm gonna change, then so will you. No more ignoring doctors and not taking care of yourself. You're gonna eat right, wear sunscreen. And take a damn walk with me once in a while. Got it?
Murray: That is why you're my rock.
Beverly: I always will be.
Adult Adam: [v.o.] Turns out my dad was just as scared as my mom. But with her help, he was ready to face anything.

Erica: We are so boned! There's no way they'll ever want us to perform now.
Other Erica: Like, why not? We still totally rock it hard without Lainey.
Geoff: It's true. The Dropouts still got the goods. I demand you go for it!
Erica: Damn it. Our old but re-hired band manager is right. Our rocket ride to superstardom begins now.

Adam: You know, I've been dabbling a bit in documentary filmmaking. Maybe I can make a rockumentary about you guys, like U2's Rattle and Hum.
Erica: No way, nerd. Oh, wait. Sorry. Force of habit. Yes.
Adam: For real?
Erica: Our fans will for sure want to know how it all started.