Philip: I still don't think—

(Bea spills tea on his lap...)

Bea: Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Pip! (starts pushing him toward the door) So dreadfully clumsy. You know, I think all that cocaine I did must have really done a job on my reflexes! Let's go get you cleaned up, shall we?

(She throws Henry and thumbs-up as door closes behind them.)