Philip: Geoffrey, are you all right?
Geoffrey: Never better, sir.
Philip: What is all this stuff?
Geoffrey: Oh, they're for Frederick. Transformers. They're on special. A mitt. A football. A tool set. And, just in case, a book on interior design.
Philip: Geoffrey, I hate to break this to you, but you're about 10 years too late. And boys Frederick's age don't play with toys.
Will: Ooh! Transformers. I've been looking for Razorbeast since, like, October.
Geoffrey: I must admit, sir, I'm at a loss. You've raised four children. Well, five if you include...
Will: [screams] Bow before Razorbeast or I will crush you.