Geoffrey: Today, sir, I thought we might begin the day with an aspirin. Preventative medicine being so much the mode.
Philip: It's too late, Geoffrey. I already have a headache just anticipating that infernal hammering at the office.
Vivian: Honey, I thought the workmen were supposed be done by yesterday.
Philip: Shockingly enough, Vivian, they're behind schedule.
Hilary: Dad, it's so obvious. If all that hammering is bothering you, just tell them to quit it.
Philip: I don't even want to talk about it. These are the only moments of peace and quiet I'll have all day.
Will: [sings, o.s.] "I've got the power! I've got the power!"
Geoffrey: Another aspirin, sir? Perhaps a gun.