Will: Hey, Uncle Phil! Oh, man! How are you doing?
Geoffrey: I am not your uncle Philip.
Will: Oh, uh, my fault, man. I must have got the wrong crib. Hey, I didn't know there were so many brothers living in this neighborhood. We're doing all right, huh?
Geoffrey: You have the right house. I am Geoffrey, your uncle's butler.
Will: [British accent] Okay, well, l... Cheerio and all that rot. Bring the horses round, would you?