Hilary: This is gross. I don't touch greasy, disgusting things.
Will: Well, just pretend it's buying you dinner afterwards.
Hilary: You take it.
Will: Yo, girl!
Hilary: And for your information, dinner comes first.
Will: Oh, it's like that, right? You're just gonna slam garbage at me.
Philip: Good morning, Will.
Will: Good morning, Uncle Phil. Here's your lunch.
Philip: Thank you.