Philip: Ah, well, hear this, son, you two are gonna get married right here on this patio and you're gonna like it.
Lisa: Oh, but daddy, we decided-
Fred: Don't worry, baby, we'll get you some cake and something to wash it down with.
Philip: Yeah, yeah, yeah. We can talk about this. The wedding's not gonna be till May. So, Fred, you wanna take a spin around the block in my Turf Buddy?
Fred: I'm there. Hey, can you pop a wheelie? [both walk away]
Will: Pfft. Only if he sits on it.