Lauren: But honestly, after seeing Hazel hoover up those pureed peaches... you should totally do a Baby Boom.
Erica: Oh, Barry did an adult boom earlier. I think we're good.
Lauren: [chuckling] No, no, no. Baby Boom, the movie.
Adult Adam: [v.o.] She meant the inspiring Diane Keaton flick about the high-powered exec who quit the corporate life to spend more time with her child, and somehow started a baby food empire.

Diego: Hey, baby.
Carmen: Papi. I thought you'd be busy.
Diego: Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss the opportunity to meet the famous Adam.
Barry: Oh, no. This happens a lot. I can understand why you'd hope a specimen like myself would be your daughter's beau, but alas, no.
Carmen: [chuckling] Um...
Adam: I am Adam. Enchante, good sir. [bows]
Diego: Uh, okay.
Adam: Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ortiz. Thank you so much for letting me shoot my video here. I do have a few set questions, though. This ragtag crew of mechanics. Will they be here on the day?
Diego: I hope so. It's their job.
Adam: Real-world experience. Always a plus for background actors. Maybe a little less grimy on the day, though, guys? Wanna see those smiles in the close-ups.

Adam: So, Carmen, you're gonna be here. And remember, we're really trying to capture that divine femininity in this scene. So glow, like this.
Diego: Yeah, Carmen, I'm gonna go. I got stuff to do, okay? [exits]
Carmen: All right.
Adam: Hey, where's your dad off to?
Carmen: You know, the back. The magical place where things get done that's not the front.
Adam: Too bad. I was hoping to get a chance to impress him with my dolly work.
Carmen: Oh, you should not bring in your dolls.
Adam: First of all, those are action figures. And I meant the track the camera wheels on.

Adult Adam: [v.o.] As Barry swore to give me the gift of manly knowledge, my mom was showing off a gift of her own.
Beverly: And this is Hazel's baby food basket. What do you think?
Virginia Kremp: I think you just spent two hours meticulously putting together a basket for the child of a woman you barely know and definitely hate.
Beverly: Ginzy, when someone loves your cooking, you bask in the glow. Someday you'll see.

Erica: Great news. [chuckles] Muriel and I spent all day doing research at the library, and guess what? We got a business license.
Beverly: "Bubbe Bevy's Baby Food"? Oh, oh. [gasps] You... want to start a business with me?
Erica: Well, it sounds insane when you or anyone uses those words, but yes. Yes, I do.

Virginia Kremp: Is there a problem, Bev?
Beverly: I may have... fibbed.
Virginia Kremp: Fibbed?
Adult Adam: Oh, yes. She fibbed.
Virginia Kremp: [gasps] Sweet mama-jama! Are those Gerber?
Beverly: I don't make homemade baby food. I just un-jar and re-jar Gerber's and pass it off as my own!
Virginia Kremp: Why?
Beverly: I am an international cookbook authoress. My fans demand homemade, but it's so time-consuming.
Virginia Kremp: We both know what needs to happen now... Tell Erica the truth.
Beverly: Or... I double down, and with my vast knowledge of cooking, I duplicate Gerber's magic and keep this business going. Yeah. Baby Boom!

Barry: And Pop-Pop, a surly alpha man who has survived innumerable wars.
Pop-Pop: Including that foreign invasion happening in the park down the street. You know the one.
Naked Rob: Can he say that?
Andy: He is getting a lot of leeway because of his age.

Adult Adam: [v.o.] Okay, so I had my work cut out for me. And so did my mom, who had enlisted help getting her out of a baby jam.
Beverly: We are here today to replicate the recipes of Gerber baby food. A daunting task, but I have assembled a crack team consisting solely of me because I am, after all, a professional-grade chef.
Virginia Kremp: Did someone tell you that, or...
Beverly: You know, I don't know if I've ever mentioned it, Ginzy, but I am an international best-selling cookbook author.
Essie Karp: And what am I here to do?
Beverly: You are here to be my taste-tester, although, judging from your outfit today, I'm not sure you have any.
Essie Karp: All that matters is that you called me to help instead of Linda. Essie's moving up.
Beverly: To your tasting station! Let's Baby Boom!

Adult Adam: [v.o.] And Baby Boom they did. My mom sliced, sniffed, steamed, spiced, and mashed all the fruits and veggies she could get her hands on. And poor Essie sampled spoonful after spoonful...
Essie Karp: Oh!
Adult Adam: ... until, finally...
Essie Karp: Sweet Jesus! We did it.
Beverly: We did?
Virginia Kremp: Guys... it's Gerber. Essie picked up the wrong jar.
Beverly: Dammit, Essie! You had one job... not to suck!
Essie Karp: I'm sorry. Please don't replace me with Linda.

Erica: Say hello to Bubbe Bevy's. [Beverly gasps] Your new company and logo design featuring your face.
Beverly: It's me in all my blond glory. Oh, my God, this is the most amazing thing I've ever seen!
Essie Karp: Oh, look, there's a slogan... "Always homemade."
Virginia Kremp: You know what's also made in a home? The trust that loved ones will...
Beverly: Embrace the business slogan? [chuckles] Indeed I do. "Always homemade," mm-hmm. Always.