Philip: I remember one Christmas I wanted a set of drums so bad. Mama and Papa couldn't afford them so they set up the pots and pans like drums. I wailed on those things till suppertime. Then Mama had to take them apart so she could cook, you know?
Hilary: Does that mean you're gonna go out and make me a Miata?
Philip: No, sweetheart, but I am gonna give you a gift. This year, I'm going to give my family less of my money and more of myself.