[flashback:]
Vivian: Well, I'm going to bed. I hope you realize how lucky you were that you weren't kicked out of school.
Will: Lucky? I gotta work every day after school to pay off the desk repair.
Philip: Before I cry myself to sleep, may I leave you with a few words of advice? If at some point tomorrow, or during my lifetime for that matter, you come up with another brilliant idea for something to do at school, stop.
Do nothing. Just stand there doing nothing, saying nothing, arms at your side like a zombie. Breathing just enough to keep the blood circulating. And no more. Could you do that for me?
Will: I'm sorry, Uncle Phil. I wasn't listening. What did you say?
[Phil lunges at Will before Vivian pulls him away]
Vivian: Good night, Will. Lock your door when you go to bed.