Jazz: Hey, beautiful. [Hilary swats Jazz with a magazine] I love a woman with good reflexes. Makes me crazy.
Hilary: Get out.
Jazz: Your mouth is saying "get out," but your eyes are saying "get busy."
Hilary: Daddy.
Will: Bup, bup. That's not going to work this time, Hil, darling. See, Uncle Phil went to the supermarket, so he's going to be gone for at least a week.
Hilary: Mom.
Will: [laughs] She went with him.
Hilary: Geoffrey.
Jazz: Ooh.
Geoffrey: Yes, Miss Hilary?
Hilary: You know the drill.
Jazz: Uh-oh.
[Geoffrey throws Jazz out of the house]