Hilary: Has Jazz lost his mind? I mean, woof. What's wrong with her face?
Vivian: Sweetheart, it's electronically scrambled.
Hilary: Whatever. I just hope she's not toying with Jazz's emotions. I hate to see a sweet guy like that get hurt.
Philip: Honey, up till today, you've never had a nice thing to say about Jazz.
Vivian: Up till today, Jazz was available. Now that he's getting married... Well, forbidden fruit always looks more tempting, doesn't it?
Hilary: Mother, for God's sake, he's half your age.