Will: Oh, Lord, help me, no!
Philip: Pardon me.
Will: Hey, look, Uncle Phil, no disrespect, man but you got to watch where you parking that thing. Man, you know, get some flashing lights or some horns or something. [imitates beeping] I'm gonna just go ahead and shut up now.
Philip: You've been sitting on this couch all morning. A little bored?
Will: Oh, no, man. I'm cool. What you reading?
Philip: A postcard from Carlton. He's doing something with his summer.
Will: [as Carlton] "Dear Big Guy. Thanks a lot for sending me to Young Republicans Camp. Yosemite's really neat. Hey, I'm rooming with Newt's nephew, Fig."
Philip: I wouldn't make fun of them. These kids are the future leaders of this country.