Philip: Mother. My sweet Mommy. Come on, Mom. [laughs]
Hattie: I've got a few secrets of my own. I have been stashing away a pie or two ever since I saw the size of your sweet tooth.
Will: Oh. Grandma Hattie, the pie hider.
Philip: Aah.
Hattie: I suppose the dog ate this one too.
Will: I ain't had nothing to do with it.
Philip: He ate it. You always trying to blame somebody.
Hattie: Out of here. Both of you.
Philip: Momma.
Hattie: Just out of the kitchen. Out. Out. Out. Out.
[After Will and Uncle Phil leave the kitchen, the camera pans to Nicky eating the pie under a table]