Claire: There she is. There's my little Stella. That's my girl. Hi, sweetie. You're so cute I just want to eat your face!
Phil: Aww. You remember when you used to hold Alex like that and you wanted to eat her face?
Claire: Yeah.
Phil: Now she's off to high school.
Claire: Mmm.
Phil: Time marches on, huh?
Claire: Yep.
Phil: You know what's really sad?
Claire: What?
Phil: The end of Titanic.