Lisa: Will, you know what I like about you?
Will: What? That I'm so romantic?
Lisa: No, that you're so goofy.
Will: Goofy, well... Oh, you mean like in a suave, debonair, Denzel-ian kind of way, right?
Lisa: No, not really.
Will: What? What do you mean? I'm, what, immature?
Lisa: No, no, no. I mean that you're spontaneous and you're fun and, you know, goofy.
Will: Why don't we just study? How about that? Let's just get back to studying.
Lisa: Fine.
Will: Your mom goofy.