Vivian: Come on. We got to find those car keys. Kayla's coming any minute. I promised her I'll take her to a poetry reading at USC and I don't wanna be late.
Will: No, hold on. Wait. Kayla's coming over here? Look, I'm out of here. I don't even want to hear that girl's name.
Vivian: Fine, Will. We don't have to talk about her.
Will: Good. You know what my beef with Kayla is?
Philip: Will, I thought you didn't want to talk about Kayla? [doorbell rings]
Vivian: There's Kayla.
Will: Great. This is great. I'm out of here. I'm leaving. [sits down on couch]