Will: Hey, hey, hey. Come on, Aunt Viv. Now this is the most straight-up, honest dude I know. The day that he lies to you, may all my hair fall out.
Philip: Thank you, Will. Come on, sweetheart, we don't want to be late.
Vivian: Okay.
Philip: Okay, let me get the bags here. [groans]
Vivian: Philip. Philip, what's the matter?
Philip: It's my back, went out. You know, I think maybe if I could lay down on the couch for a couple of hours you know? [groans]
Will: Oh, my God, is my hairline receding?