Hilary: Well, Daddy, L.A.'s favorite weather girl is ready to go back to work.
Philip: With that on?
Hilary: Oh, I know, I'm tired of black too but I want the public to know I'm still mourning Trevor's death.
Philip: Oh, you know, I just don't think that black is the right color for this kind of heat.
Hilary: Oh, don't worry, Daddy, this dress is surprisingly cool. It's like I'm wearing practically nothing.
[Philip nudges Geoffrey after noticing him staring at Hilary]
Geoffrey: She's not my daughter.