Hilary: Well, that new little Beemer of yours runs like a dream, doesn't it? [laughs]
Geoffrey: How should I know? You've been hogging it ever since I signed the papers.
Hilary: Just come on upstairs. You know that table in Daddy's study? I need you to carry it out to the car.
Geoffrey: It's a pool table.
Hilary: Duh. [laughs]
Geoffrey: Miss Hilary, I'm sorry, but I have duties here to attend to. Besides, I'm still worn out from last night.
Hilary: Oh, please. I just had you do a little yard work.
Geoffrey: I don't believe blacktopping your tennis court falls into that category.
Hilary: You are so lazy.
Geoffrey: Not too lazy to quit.