Phil: I used to think your mother loved me. Apparently, she always wished you'd married Robbie.
Claire: Oh, no, sweetie. This was all about her trying to annoy me.
Phil: Come on, she's practically walking you two down the aisle.
Claire: Oh, he left his phone.
Phil: All those Mother's Day cards I sent her. All those joke e-mails she forwarded to me months after I'd already seen 'em. Well, no more polite L.O.L.'s for you, Dede.