Will: Boy, let me tell you. You are so lucky that you Geoffrey's son.
Frederick: Ah. I'm glad it finally comes in handy for something.
Will: Hey, don't be talking about your pop like that.
Frederick: Oh, my father of two days? Your servant?
Will: Oh, I thought you wanted to be just like him.
Frederick: Oh, please. Me be a butler, serving the likes of you?
Will: Now you made it personal.
Frederick: Go ahead, hit me.
Will: No. That's too easy. I'm gonna tell your father what kind of son he has.
Frederick: Go ahead, break his heart.