Carlton: This weekend is our yearly bros-in-the-snow getaway. Come on, Will. We've gone on these trips the last four years running. I live for this weekend.
Will: Okay, Carlton, I am sorry. I forgot. All right? I'll go. Just go upstairs and wax your skis or your legs or whatever you wax.
Carlton: All right, I'll forgive you this time. Oh, this is going to be grand.