Geoffrey: Master William, any luck with your search?
Will: Man, I saw some of the nastiest places this city has to offer.
Geoffrey: Oh, well. You'll have better luck tomorrow.
Will: [scoffs] Suppose you right if I was gonna keep looking. G, what would you say if I said I think I may have made a mistake?
Geoffrey: The word "duh" comes to mind.
Will: Well, you know what? I know what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna march right up to Uncle Phil and just tell him I lied. I mean, I'm a man, you know. I can admit to my mistakes. That's all it was, a mistake. Mistakes can be undone. You learn, you move on. So what? I mean, I can admit I was completely wrong and I can take my lumps. Lumps I earned. A man's lumps. Uncle Phil can relate to that. He a man, he lumpy.
Geoffrey: Well said.
Will: That's right. Look, I'm gonna march right up to Uncle Phil and I'm gonna say, "This man is staying in the pool house."
Geoffrey: Good show, Master William. And I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Philip: I'm home. Vivian, the birthday boy's here. Geoffrey? Carlton? Hilary? Ashley? Nicky? Anybody? [quietly] Will?

Geoffrey: I have a little announcement to make myself. I have decided to move back to London to be near my son Frederick.
Philip: Geoffrey.
Geoffrey: Well, I thought about it long and hard. The time is right. He needs me.
Philip: Good luck, Geoffrey.
Geoffrey: Oh, thank you, sir.

Ashley: Let's have another toast. To all of us going on with our new lives. And Will.
Philip: Hear, hear.
All: Hear, hear.
Nicky: Don't worry, Will, you can come to kindergarten with me.
Will: Waa, pssh.

Will: Hey, hey, morning, Uncle Phil. Whoa, 50 and a day, man. How's it feel?
Philip: I'm not getting older, I'm just getting better.
Will: That's the same thing I'd say if I was on the downside of the hill.

Nicky: There he is. The oldest man in the world.
Philip: [growls]
[Nicky and his friend run screaming out of the house]
Philip: [to Will] I still got it.

Carlton: Geoffrey, I've been thinking, with you going back to England there's going to be a big void in my life.
Geoffrey: Master Carlton, we'll write.
Carlton: Yeah, but that won't get my dry cleaning picked up. Chop-chop, Geoffrey. [exits]
Geoffrey: And to think I fished that boy out of the pool.

Vivian: Geoffrey, we are really gonna miss your cooking.
Hilary: Oh, not to mention your cleaning. I'll never find anyone who can iron the way you do. [looks at Ashley]
Ashley: Don't even go there.

Will: For your information, midget boy, I already got an apartment.
Vivian: You did?
Will: Well, yeah. You know, I was gonna surprise y'all, you know, but-
Philip: You're moving?
Will: Yeah, I'm moving.
Philip: Don't toy with my emotions, Will. I've been waiting a long time, I'm very vulnerable.
Will: Look, I said, I'm moving, Uncle Phil.
Nicky: The pool house is mine. Yes.

Philip: Good morning, Will.
Will: Hey, what's up, Uncle Phil?
Philip: I hope you didn't misconstrue my enthusiasm over your leaving, last night. I'm really proud of you. [chuckles] In fact, I'm even a little envious. I mean, there's nothing more exciting than change. You know, I have a little story I'd like to tell you.
Will: When did the story fairy descend on this house? Um, look, Uncle Phil, can we do that later? You know, I gotta go check out a few things for my spot.
Philip: Oh, well, sure. Sure.