Philip: The silver's obviously not in the house. It must have been stolen.
Vivian: Oh, I would hate to think that a neighbor took it.
Will: We need that little White lady from Murder, She Wrote.
Vivian: Boys, we'll keep looking, but go ahead and drop this cake off at Sonya's.
Will: All right. And if you all happen to be digging around under my bed those videotapes are for my report on Clarence Thomas.