Yes? Oh. It's your nephew. WILLOUGHBY? Willoughby, where are you? Oh, hi, uncle. I...

Lawyer: [Alonzo Hawk has just gone off about his nephew checking out without notifying anyone]
[picks up the phone]
Lawyer: Yes? Oh.
[hands the phone to Hawk]
Lawyer: It's your nephew.
Alonzo Hawk: [in an excited, high-pitched voice] WILLOUGHBY?
[he picks up the phone, speaking normally]
Alonzo Hawk: Willoughby, where are you?
Willoughby Whitfield: [Willoughby is standing in a Hawk phone booth] Oh, hi, uncle. I just thought I'd save time and phone you the news.
Alonzo Hawk: Aw, that's marvelous, that's great, you're a smart boy! That Hawk blood will tell in the end.
Willoughby Whitfield: [In the booth, Willoughby imitates a ship horn and fakes a Swedish accent] All ashore that's going ashore!
[Willoughby whistles into the phone]
Alonzo Hawk: What's all that noise, and-- and what news?
Willoughby Whitfield: Oh, the news that I was leaving town.
Alonzo Hawk: [in disbelief] Leaving town...?
Willoughby Whitfield: I'm on the ship-to-shore phone...
[imitates a frequency noise]
Willoughby Whitfield: ... from the deck of the Swedish freighter, the Gustav Gustaffson, bound for Helsinki!
Alonzo Hawk: [in a gasping, high-pitched voice] HELSINKI?
Willoughby Whitfield: I'm glad you're taking it like this, uncle. You know, you really should leave Mrs. Steinmetz alone.
[Alonzo Hawk screams incomprehensible gibberish before screaming so loudly into the phone that all the glass walls of the phone booth Willoughby is standing in shatter simultaneously; Willoughby leaves as Hawk continues to scream indistinct gibberish]