Wilson: Problems, temporary Taylor dad?
Al: Oh, hi, Wilson.
Wilson: Hi-ho.
Al: Listen, Wilson. You wouldn't happen to have any extra keys, would you?
Wilson: Yes, indeedy.
Al: Great. Matter of fact, I have a whole Taylor packet. Tim leaves it with me for all the different baby-sitters. All right, here we go. We got some Band-Aids, some gauze, handcuff keys... Here we go. House keys.
Al: Thank you, Wilson. Those boys are... they're a handful.
Wilson: They are a puckish band of rapscallions.