Philip: Ashley, what are you doing out of bed?
Ashley: I'm worried about Will. Why did you throw him out into the street, Daddy?
Philip: I did not throw him into the street.
Geoffrey: Quite right, sir. You threw him on the lawn. He rolled into the street.
Hilary: Daddy, we couldn't find Will anywhere. And, sorry, no ice cream sandwiches.
Carlton: Well, looks like you really blew it this time, huh, big guy? I just hope the Willster's still breathing.