Philip: What's going on in here? Mama, are you all right?
Hattie: Of course I am. Take your hands off of me.
Philip: Will, why were you playing that music? Grandma's supposed to be resting. You're grounded.
Will: Grounded? All I did was play some music loud. Sounds more like a no-dessert offense, isn't it?
Philip: You heard what I said.
Will: All right, Uncle Philip, I got backstage passes to the Heavy D concert. Now, you say yourself how awful rap music is. Let's say we make that my punishment. Please don't make me go.
Philip: Nice try, Will.