Philip: Vivian. Look, I've come to my senses. The bike is gone.
Vivian: It is?
Philip: Yes, sweetheart. Motorcycles and black leather will never make me feel as young as the love of a good woman. With you by my side, I will never grow old. I love you.
Geoffrey: Oh, sir, the body shop called. They said your motorcycle is completely totaled.
Philip: Thank you, Geoffrey.
Geoffrey: Oh, and the insurance company said you're covered for the damages to the ice-cream truck but have to pay for that box of Eskimo Pies you ate.
Philip: I said, thank you, Geoffrey.
Geoffrey: My pleasure, sir. Will there be anything else? My favorite soap is about to start.
Philip: What would that be, One Life To Ruin?
Geoffrey: [laughs] Sir.