Phil: Okay, buddy, we're gonna need you on the front lines sooner than expected. You ready to be cute?
Luke: Please.
Phil: Go get 'em.
Luke: [hugging Claire] Hi, Mommy. My tummy's growling. Can I have some "pas-ghetti"?
Claire: Sweetie, you're hurting me. And take a shower tonight. Your hair smells like cheese. [doorbell rings] I'll get it.
Luke: [to Phil] Okay, I need a giant lollipop, and I need it now.