Geoffrey: Miss Cindy Norris.
Cindy: Hey, Will.
Will: Hey, what's up, baby?
Cindy: I am so excited about going to the game. Do you think they're gonna have that great pasta salad?
Will: Hey, look, baby, the plans have kind of been changed a little bit.
Hilary: Yeah, I hope you brought rubber shoes.
Ashley: Let's go, Dad. We're gonna be late.
Carlton: Yeah, last time they ran out of pasta salad.
Philip: Will, are you gonna go with us or not?
Will: I'm sorry. Look, that's just not my style, Uncle Phil. I'm not riding in no Benz. We'll just take Cindy's Miata.