Phil: What's that?
Luke: Uh, nothing.
Phil: Is that a bra? You're not supposed to have girls up here.
Luke: I can explain.
Phil: You don't have to. You think you're an adult, but you're not. You're a kid living under my roof and you have to obey my rules. [grabs banjo, a string snaps]
Luke: Ow! The "G" string snapped.
Phil: Probably not the first time that's happened in here.