Philip Quote #289

Quote from Philip in Home Is Where the Heart Attack Is

Philip: You know, I'd give anything for a cheeseburger, Will. Anything. Why, I might even finance your little trip to Mexico.
Will: How you trying to play me, Uncle Phil? I'm saying Mexico is important to me, but not if it will jeopardize your health.
Philip: Look, I know the doctor's telling the truth. It's just that I've got a lot going on. I'm under a lot of pressure. You let me get a running start at this diet. [steps on treadmill] See?
Will: How much running you talking about?
Philip: Uh, well... [Will turns the treadmill up] Well, I'll make a New Year's resolution, and by March... [Will turns up the treadmillagain ] February... you won't even recognize your old Uncle Phil.
Will: And that's this New Year's, right? [Will turns up the treadmill again]
Philip: Well, you have my solemn vow.

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 ‘Home Is Where the Heart Attack Is’ Quotes

Quote from Will

Will: Carlton, you're going down to that hospital if I have to knock you out and call an ambulance.
Carlton: You come near me, I'll spray.
Will: Man, you don't know how lucky you are. You can be with your father whenever you want. You can eat with him and argue with him. He's there for you. You know where my father is?
Carlton: No.
Will: Neither do I.
Carlton: Look, I don't wanna see my father with tubes up his nose, okay?
Will: Carlton, there's gonna come a time when all he has is tubes up his nose-
Carlton: Not my father!
Will: Everybody's father! Except mine because I don't know where the hell he is!
Carlton: You don't understand, Will.
Will: Yes, I do. You're selfish.

Quote from Philip

Will: Oh, Uncle Phil. Hey, you been out on the courts?
Philip: Played a little tennis with Ashley. I can't remember when I've worked up such a sweat.
Geoffrey: And you've certainly earned your lunch.
Philip: What the heck is this?
Geoffrey: Chicken, sir. Oh, you probably don't recognize it without a thick coating of batter and gravy.
Philip: I can't do this. I can't give up my favorite foods cold turkey with... Oh, my God. Turkey. With pillowy mounds of mashed potatoes, butter-drenched dressing, tiny onions swimming in a sea of cream sauce.

Quote from Will

Will: Well, she does have a point, Uncle Phil. I mean, hey, I'm getting tired of the fat jokes myself.
Philip: What is wrong with you people? I weigh the same thing I weighed in high school.
Will: Yeah, if you add up all four years. Guess I'm not getting as tired of those fat jokes as I thought, huh?