Augustus: Now, let's talk about my daughter.
Will: Look, it's like I told you on the ground, man, you know I just like being with her.
Augustus: Wrong answer.
[Will screams as Augustus flips the plane over]
Augustus: You might as well admit it, boy, you're like a squirrel trying to get a nut. Let me ask you a question. How many times did you put those rusty, crusty lips on my daughter?
Will: With all due respect, sir, I think that's between me and Lisa.
Augustus: Wrong again.
[Will screams as August rocks the plane from side to side]
Will: Okay, you win. I'll just cancel our weekend in Palm Springs.
Augustus: Why the hell would I want to go to Palm Springs with you?
Will: Not you, Lisa.