Hilary: Mom, have I told you that every year you grow even more youthful? You're going to be well into your 40s before you need plastic surgery.
Vivian: No, you cannot have the Diamond League over for lunch.
Hilary: Daddy, you promised you would reason with her.
Vivian: Honey, I don't know why you want to join that organization anyway. Baby, it was different when I joined. Today, all those women care about are cars, men, and money.
Philip: Well, what's wrong with that, sweetheart? Men with money can drive her away in their cars.
Hilary: Come on, it's just a little lunch. You never got me a pony.