Claire: Phil. Phil, you are Dede-ing my party.
Phil: Your father Dede'd my life. He's the one who got the phone call 15 years ago about the magic job and never told me.
Claire: Oh, Phil.
Phil: Your family has always treated me like a child who can't make his own decisions. I couldn't even make an outfit choice for the wedding without your mother commenting on it. That's why I slipped her those three drinks at the reception.