Philip: I hope you're proud of yourself, Vivian.
Vivian: What did I do?
Philip: Your daughter is somewhere in Malibu stark naked.
Vivian: What are you talking about?
Philip: She went and posed for Playboy, and you encouraged her.
Vivian: I did no such thing. When I talked to her, she hadn't made up her mind yet. If anything pushed her over the edge it was your usual "do it my way or else" charm.
Philip: Don't you start with me, Vivian. No matter what I did, she's my daughter. And a daughter should obey her father.
Vivian: In that case, I never would've married you.
Philip: Oh, that was different. Your father had it in for me. What was it again he didn't like about me?
Vivian: It was a tie between your family and your temper.
Philip: Well, I'll tell you one thing, I sure don't miss him. God rest his soul.