Carlton: Uh, Dad, did you sign our permission slips yet?
Philip: I'm sorry, son, I don't know what you're talking about.
Carlton: I'm talking about two weeks ago, when Will and I gave you a permission slip for our field trip this weekend. You said you'd think about it and sign it later.
Philip: It doesn't ring a bell. [Will whistles]
Carlton: Dad, you're always saying how important these opportunities are. And when they come up, you completely ignore them. It's like you don't even care.
Vivian: Philip.
Philip: Oh, pfft, I remember.
Vivian: Where are you going, baby?
Carlton: Mr. Fellows is taking the class to San Francisco to visit Mark Twain's house, and all the literary sites. I don't know. I thought it was important.
Vivian: Philip, how could you forget something like that?
Philip: I didn't forget, Vivian. Now, where did I put those permission slips?
Carlton: Dad, don't bother looking. I found it in the trash can, underneath a banana.