Hilary: Daddy, I have the greatest idea. If I watch the weather in New York I'll have a three-hour jump on the competition.
Philip: Honey, that might not work every time.
Philip: Listen, when you drove to work today you didn't by any chance go down Sunset Boulevard, did you?
Hilary: Oh, I couldn't. It was backed up for miles. And everyone was honking like it was New Year's Eve. "Chance of snow and a minus three wind chill." Well, my work is done. I'm going shopping.
Philip: Sweetheart, I've thought it over, you know, and you're right. I'm gonna put an end this newsletter business. In fact, I'm gonna head down to the law library and get right to work.
Hilary: Thank you, Daddy. Now, dress warm, it's gonna snow.

Philip: Sweetheart, it's commendable that you wanna improve your skills. You don't have to impress those newsletter people.
Hilary: I don't want to impress them. I want to smack them. Daddy, you're a judge. Can't you just throw them in jail or something?
Philip: Sweetheart, the worst thing you can do is blow this thing out of proportion. Now, if you ignore it, it will probably go away. Did you really refer to Hurricane Robert as Bobby?
Hilary: Well, Robert just sounded so serious.
Philip: It was serious, darling. It wiped out half of Miami.
Hilary: Well, excuse me for trying to spread a little sunshine.

Hilary: My ratings this week have gone through the roof. They're even talking about letting me announce the lottery numbers.
Philip: Well, what about your reputation?
Hilary: So, what if a few people don't like me? I'm a hit.
Philip: Sweetheart, think about this. Is this the kind of fame you want? I mean, people are gonna be tuning in, not to hear your weather report but looking for a laugh.
Hilary: [answers phone] Hello? You're kidding. Well, of course, I'm interested.
Philip: Who was that?
Hilary: They're thinking of making me an anchorperson. I've gotta brush up. Who is this Bosnia person I keep hearing about?