Philip: This is a delicious meal Geoffrey. You've out-done yourself.
Geoffrey: You're too kind sir. Moron! Fat head!
(The famliy all look at Geoffrey and he takes a head-phone out of his ear)
Vivian: Geoffrey, must you listen to the Dodgers game during dinner?
Geoffrey: I'm terribally sorry madam, but it is the bottom of the ninth, bases are loaded. However, I shall maintain my professionalism. Bunt you pasty faced sodd!
Vivian: Geoffrey, start buffing the silver?
Geoffrey: What the hell is your problem?! You got bricks in your butt you clown?! Right away madam.