Will: Wait, Mom, hold up. I put your favorite breakfast together for you. lt's waffles with boysenberry syrup eggs, extra-runny and sausage, extra-burnt.
Vy: Thank you, baby, but I'm eating lighter these days.
Robert: You want half my melon?
Vy: Oh, baby, you know me like the back of your hand. But I need some juice. Anybody else want anything while I'm up?
Robert: Hey, as long as I'm around, you're not lifting a finger. May l?
Vivian: Philip? I feel a little thirsty, too.
Philip: Robert? Do you mind getting Vivian something to drink while you're up there? And toss me a Pudding Pop.