Will: What's going on, guys? You're looking at your old Princeton fraternity pictures?
Carlton: Will, please. Princeton doesn't have fraternities. They have dining clubs. Where the leaders of tomorrow break bread and plan the future.
Philip: That's right, son. My dining club's what made me the man I am today.
Will: No, that's too easy.
Philip: And since you're my son you're guaranteed my seat in the club I joined.
Will: If you don't know which seat is his it'll be the one with the legs all bent out up from under it. Come on, I gave you a free one earlier.