Philip: Boy, I can't wait to hit those links. Ha-ha-ha. How about you, partner?
Carlton: Bad news, big guy. I made other plans.
Philip: Other plans? Carlton, this is a Banks' tradition. With you going off to Princeton in the fall this is one of the last chances we're gonna have to play golf and spend some quality time together.
Carlton: I'm sorry, big guy.
Will: Oh. Seem to me you gonna need somebody to replace him, Uncle Phil.
Philip: Right, right, right. But who?
Will: Ah. Fore.
Philip: Uh. Oh, Will, would you like to play?
Will: Oh, me? No... Yes.