Charlie, your mum and I thought...
...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.