Will: Yo, man. I need another phone call. My butler hung up on me.
Sergeant: Okay, fellas. You want to talk about those other car thefts?
Carlton: Look, I don't think you know who you're talking to. I have a 3.95 grade point average which would have been 4.0, except I had to take a ceramics class and my pot exploded in my kiln. I'm going to go to Harvard Law School, graduate with honors and then I'm going to sue you blind. Now give us another phone call.
[cut to Will & Carlton being locked in a cell]