...maybe you want to open your birthday present tonight.

Here you are.

Maybe I should wait till morning.

Like hell.

Pap.

Altogether we're 381 years old, we don't wait.

Now, Charlie, you mustn't feel too disappointed...

...you know, if you don't get the-

Whatever happens, you'll still have the candy.

Oh well.

That's that.

We'll share it.

Oh no, Charlie.

Not your birthday present.

It's my candy bar and I'll do what I want with it.

Thank you, darling.

Thank you, Charlie.