Philip: [to Alec] Well, I've got to hand it to you, son. That cherries jubilee was some dish.
Will: She sure was. I'm sorry I lost her number.
Alec: I'm glad you liked it, sir. If you'd had Grand Marnier, I would have made crepes suzettes.
Jazz: I suppose everybody's too full to eat the Pop-Tarts I made for dessert.
Philip: Well, Alec, son, whenever you feel the urge to cook our kitchen's always open to you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll go upstairs and relax.
Jazz: Just like Black folk. Eat, then they got to go to sleep.