Vivian: Oh, Hattie, thank you for making breakfast. You know, you were out so late last night, I thought you would sleep in.
Hattie: Oh, honey, I've been going to bed with the chickens all of my life. But, you know, when you're out having a good time, the last thing you think about is the bed.
Philip: Well, I'm glad to hear that. [exits]
Hilary: I don't know what's gotten into Dad but if he's dieting again, I'm moving to a hotel.