'Arnold (Sighs) Grandpa... I want that diploma! Let's get it! Right after my nap! Phil: (to Wolfgang) How about you let me kick, young fella? Wolfgang: (laughing) Aren't you afraid you're gonna fall down and break your hip? Phil: (angrily) My hip is made of rock hard plastic! Watch this! (kicks the ball hard breaking a window, everyone runs off) Wolfgang: Awesome kick, old guy! What's your name? Phil: Phil. Wolfgang: Come on, Phil. Sit with us at lunch, okay?