Hector: Stay where you are, punk. I caught this little creep stealing.
Philip: Oh, I'll go call the police.
Carlton: I got a quarter.
Vivian: Now, hold on. Hector, there must be some mistake. This is...
Philip: Yeah, this is our nephew, Will.
Hector: You mean little Willie from Philly? But, of course, who else could it be with those muy grandes orejas? [all laugh]
Will: What does that mean?
Carlton: Big ears.