Will: [in the mirror] Well, hello, Hef. Oh, pshaw. Don't be silly. I'm glad I could come. Oh, Miss December. Oh, baby, I was gonna call you. Come here, girl.
Geoffrey: Excuse me, Master William if you can tear yourself away from your imaginary friend... a Miss Jacqueline's on the phone.
Will: Oh, I forgot all about Jackie. Look, G. G, G If you had to decide between going on a date with a girl you care about and going to the Playboy Mansion, which would it be?
Geoffrey: The fact you're even asking, Master William tells me that you really care about the lady.
Will: I guess I do.
Geoffrey: Admirable. Tell me, might this young lady have a terminal illness?
Will: No, G, of course not.
Geoffrey: Then may I point out, she'll still be here tomorrow.