Barb: What a great idea, Hilary, I love the matching shirts. My son in eighth grade has one. Well, I must dash, see you this evening.
Hilary: Ciao. [to Will & Tyriq] Thanks guys, you saved me. Do you think you could stay and help serve?
Will: Do I look like Hazel? Look, Hilary, I told you, we have something to do, we can't stay.
Hilary: Okay. If I lose this job, I guess I can always sell my hair.
Will: That's cool. Just make sure Uncle Phil pays you top dollar for it. [Hilary sobs]
Hilary, I told you from the beginning that we were gonna have to go, now don't try to pull this. [Hilary wails]
Tyriq: What kind of monster are you?
Will: All right, look, Hil look, me and Ty got to meet our dates but we'll go home and we'll get the others to help you.