Vivian: Will, I'm leaving.
Will: You're leaving? Finally. I always thought you could do better. Good luck.
Vivian: Will, I'm going to Berkeley to give my lecture.
Will: Oh, you are? When you coming back?
Vivian: Tomorrow night. Now, while I'm gone I want you to do everything your Uncle Philip says. [dramatic music]
Will: Whoa, Aunt Viv, wait. Don't leave me here. Don't leave me here with him! He's going to eat me. Don't leave me here.