Philip: Mm. Mm-mm-mm. Dinner smells delicious. What do you have in that pot?
Geoffrey: Boiling water, sir.
Philip: No one boils water like you, Geoffrey.
Philip: Anyone check the mail?
Geoffrey: It's on the counter, sir.
Philip: Ah, this modern communications, you mail something off yesterday and it's here today. Boy, there are all kinds of ways to keep in touch. Any messages for me?
Geoffrey: No messages.
Philip: Oh, and why should there be? There's always someone here to answer the phone. Any calls for me?
Geoffrey: Well, there was one.
Philip: Yes, I knew it. So who was it?
Geoffrey: Your skirt steaks are down at the depot. They'll be here by morning.