Will: Yo, what up, J?
Jazz: What's up, man, I got this new Ice Cube tape. It's dope!
Will: Man, I ain't got enough time for that. I got to finish writing this poem.
Jazz: Poem? Then what you going to do, bake some cookies? Hem a dress?
Will: Shut up. I'm doing it to get this girl. Alright, look, listen to what I got so far. I just need one last line. "My love for you is like a river Like a summer breeze That makes my soul shiver One look from you Is more precious than gold"
Jazz: Let's go get some barbecue and get busy.
Will: What kind of line is that?
Jazz: It always works for me.