Philip: I don't want to alarm either one of you but it's about 20 degrees in here, and it's only going to get worse.
Carlton: Carlton's log. I hate Dad.
Philip: You know, this wood is just too wet to ignite. We need something dry. I'm afraid it's going to have to be something that's near and dear to all of us.
Will: Come on, Uncle Phil, at least knock him out first.
Philip: I'm talking about the money, Will.
Will: Nuh-uh.
Philip: Will. Do you want to die with $25,000 by your side or do you want to live to see tomorrow?
Will: ... I'm thinking, I'm thinking, all right?
Philip: I'm afraid there's no other choice.
Will: All right, all right, all right. Look, can I just have a few minutes alone with the guys?