Phil: That's my wife. I better take it.
Gil Thorpe: Hey, hey. Whoa, listen. Whatever you do, don't tell her you're playing golf on a weekday. You'll be doing dishes all night.
Phil: Good call. Thank you, my man. [answers phone] Hey, honey. What's up? Oh, not much. Just, uh, in a meeting. You know, working hard, bringing home the bacon.
Gil Thorpe: No, he's not! He's playing golf! [laughing]
Phil: No.
Gil Thorpe: Um fore! Nice putt! [laughing] Why you lying to your wife, Dunphy? Huh? Hey, he had a beer at lunch, too!
Phil: What is wrong with you?
Gil Thorpe: You just got thorpedoed! Come back here.