Vivian: Philip, do you think I'm old?
Philip: Of course not.
Vivian: Do you think I'm pretty?
Philip: Woman, look in that mirror and tell me what you see.
Vivian: I don't know.
Philip: Well, let me tell you. I see every great thing a man could possibly want in a woman. Eyes so dark and deep a man could get lost in them. Skin the color of mahogany, soft as satin. A body fit for a goddess. Look how beautiful you are. Look. Look how beautiful you are. Why do you think I make it home by 6:00 every night?
Vivian: I thought it was for those little cheese things Geoffrey makes.
Philip: [chuckles] Well, it's not.