Vivian: Will! Oh, honey, thank God you're safe.
Will: Hi, Aunt Viv.
Vivian: Ooh, you stink.
Will: Boy, it's good to be home.
Philip: Is there a problem, Officer?
Will: Oh, oh, right. Just 'cause I come in the crib in the middle of the night escorted by a police officer, you think something's wrong. See how he be trying to play me, Fred?
Philip: Thank you so much for bringing him home, Officer.
Police Officer: Well, Will, I guess I better beat it. [shakes hands with Will] Good night, folks.