Alan: Can I come live with you? Evelyn: No Alan: Oh, come one, Mom, I am going to be homeless, once he marries her; I am going to be living on the street. Evelyn: Try to pick a street in Beverly Hills, so I visit you
Alan: Wow, seems like just yesterday, he was an adorable, chubby-cheeked little boy catching a Frisbee on the beach in Santa Monica. Berta: Now, he is a fuzz-face, buck private catching the clap from a whore in Tijuana.