Lady Penelope: Mr. and Mrs. Banks, I hope I'm not being terribly rude but I was counting on seeing the opera tonight.
Lord Fowler: But, my dear, I don't want you going out alone in a strange city. You'll need an escort.
Will: An escort. You mean a responsible escort. A young man who could take Lady Penelope out tonight and return her home safe and sound. The same type of young man who could be trusted to drive to a Ziggy Marley concert in Nevada.
Philip: I suppose so.
Lady Penelope: Would you really take me, Will?
Will: Absolutely. If it's all right with Uncle Phil.
Philip: Okay, Will. You may take Lady Penelope to the opera.
Will: Opera? I thought she said "Oprah."