Geoffrey: [sneezes]
Vivian: Geoffrey, it sounds like you're getting a cold.
Geoffrey: Not at all, madam. It was barely a stipple. There you go, Master William.
Will: Thanks a lot, G. It looks great. [Geoffrey sneezes into Will's bowl of cereal] Yo, Carlton, breakfast!
Vivian: That's it, Geoffrey. As of now, you are off duty. Now I want you to go up to your room and don't breathe until you get there.
Geoffrey: As you bish, madam.