Will: The cupcakes burned.
Phil: Oh. Well, it still smells homey. And it gives Mom a chance to see how well this state-of-the-art smoke alarm works! Come with me, Mom! Let me show you around the rest of this dream house! [later] You see, even ironing is a delight here, where you can feel a cool breeze wafting in from the open sliders. Mother nature! [later] Huzzah! Your own gift-wrapping room, just like the rich and famous. Sheila, finger. Go right ahead. There we go.