Frederick: By the time Mom knew she was pregnant, you'd already left for America. But everything turned out fine. We live in a small flat in Kensington. I enjoy riding, cricket and books about the sea.
Will: Yo, he got the same interests as Miss July.
Frederick: Well, it was nice meeting you, but I should be going. I need to check into a motel for the night.
Geoffrey: Motel? Nonsense. I insist you stay here. My house is your house. That is, my room and half a shelf in the refrigerator.