Will: Hey, Uncle Phil, you ready to burn some rubber, make some tracks? Cough up a lung?
Philip: No. It's okay. I'm fine. I never felt better. Call an ambulance.
Will: Whoa, whoa. Uncle Phil, man, you can't do this to me. I've been planning this trip for months. Hey, I tell you what. [Philip coughs] Come on, you can make it. There's a Dodger dog in it for you.
Philip: I'm sorry, Will, I don't think I can make it.
Will: No, no, no. Yes, you can. Come on, Uncle Phil. Come on.
Philip: Look, Will, you're just going to have to call the university and cancel, that's all.
Will: Uncle Phil, why can't you trust me to go by myself?
Philip: Because I'm smarter than the average bear.