Will: Um, I guess I shouldn't have busted your groove at the club, man. And I guess what I want to say is it's all Jazz's fault, man.
Geoffrey: Sit down, lad. Master William... for you, a birthday is a time to paint the town red but for me, it's a time of reflection. A time to review one's successes and regrets. I must say, one of my regrets has always been the fact that I never had a son. I have so much advice to pass on to the next generation. But no one to tell it to.
Will: Ooh, look at the time. Boy, I'm bushed. [yawns]
Geoffrey: Sit, William. My boy, a man is much more than the job he holds or the clothes he wears. For example, if I were to judge you by your costume I should guess you were some kind of circus performer.
Will: That's pretty cold, G.
Geoffrey: But you made the same assumptions about me. You assumed I was lonely. You assumed I wouldn't know how to comport myself at a nightspot. You assumed I was a poor dancer. I hope the events of tonight have proved to you that I am, as the saying goes... a fairly fly individual.

Hilary: Oh, isn't this cute? You two have so much in common. You both speak English.

Hilary: Well, I'm going to go mingle. The "A" list turned out tonight.
Geoffrey: Really?
Hilary: Look. That's Tom Cruise's pool cleaner. And that's Cher's electrolysist. And that's Heather Locklear.