Will: Yo, what's up, the butler posse? Yo, C, you looking buffed, man. What, you been pumping iron?
Cecil: I do what I can, homes.
Geoffrey: Care to join us in a spot of tea and crumpets, Master William?
Will: No, that's all right, I'm driving later, man. Y'all go ahead and get busy without me. None of that sniffing furniture polish, all right? Just say no. [exits]
Cecil: Thank goodness the Crandolfs only have poodles.
Geoffrey: At least I don't have to follow him around with a pooper-scooper.