A man working at his parents' motel in the Catskills inadvertently sets in motion the generation-defining concert in the summer of 1969.

[the Chamber of Commerce discussing tourism ideas]
Frank: Well, okay. We got a lot of dairy farms around here, right? And a fair number of bulls. Okay, you've all heard of the running of the bulls in that town in Spain, Pampoona.
Elliot Tiber: Pamplona.
Frank: Well, no one's doing one in the Catskills. Seems to be a big draw over there.
Annie: It would be very amusing to see all those Jews from Levitsky's summer colony, you know, the ones with the black top hats and the curls, running for their lives chased by our local livestock. Wouldn't that be a wonderful sight!
Sonia Teichberg: I walked here from Minsk, in Russia; a thousand miles across Siberia with nothing but cold potatoes in my pockets.
Carol: Everyone with their little perspective. Perspective shuts out the universe, it keeps the love out.
Sonia Teichberg: No stchupping in the bushes!
[Elliot finds his father pouring a jug into the freshly-filled swimming pool]
Elliot Tiber: Dad, that's bleach for the laundry.
Jake Teichberg: It kills the germs. What's the difference?
Elliot Tiber: Mom! Dad! You're like superheroes!
Billy: I remember this hill.
Elliot Tiber: Like "remember" remember or "Vietnam flashback" remember?
Elliot Tiber: Where are my arms?
VW Guy: Like ants making thunder.
Vilma: You should see what I'm packing up here.
[Elliot is spreading the white bedsheets into a giant X on the lawn to flag down Michael Lang's helicopter]
Sonia Teichberg: Elli! What is this with the sheets?
Elliot Tiber: What does it look like? I'm making a big cross on the lawn!
Sonia Teichberg: With the clean sheets? Jake, our boy's gone crazy! Making a Ku Klux Klan rally on our property!