[fantasy:]
Geoffrey: Master William, you have another visitor.
Will: Come on, G, please. I got to get my homework done.
Geoffrey: Terribly sorry, sir, but he's otherwise engaged.
Quincy Jones: But I happen to be his close, personal friend. Will, I got a serious problem. Tonight I'm supposed to go in the studio and finish up a record. I can't find the lead singer. Now, this is real important to me. I need your help this time, man.
Will: First of all, let's check our ego at the door. Now look, Q, I saved your butt before.
Quincy Jones: I know. That ThriIIer thing.
Will: Q, as always, you need a singer, I'll get you a singer, man. [picks up the phone] Yo, what's up, man? This is Prince. Yeah, I got Quincy Jones over here. Dude is in pain. Could you come right over? All right. In a minute, babe. [hangs up]
Quincy Jones: Who was that?
Will: Oh, a close, personal friend.
Geoffrey: Mr. Al B. Sure.