Phil: [aside to camera] I was already fine with it. Here's the deal: Claire messed up. She owed me. This never happens. Old Phil has a golden ticket. Now, I could have cashed that in right away for something small- get out of cleaning the garage, a week at circus camp. But the longer you hold on to it, the more the guilt builds, the more you get. Five years: Trip to Paris with my buddies. Ten years: Sweet little convertible. Twenty years: Hello, fully articulating, five-function robot that can read my mind and has feelings.