Will: Check this out. I got the worst luck in the world. And you know all the babes I mess with in Bel-Air been whacked, right?
Jazz: I follow you so far.
Will: Yo, I go to hook G up with an old British nanny it turns out to be her.
Jazz: She don't look too old to me.
Will: I know, Jazz. She's perfect. Homey, I'm in love. And G didn't even want to go out with her in the first place.
Jazz: I don't know what you guys do in Philly but in LA, we don't give stuff like that away.
Will: Well, I don't know what you guys do in LA but in Philly, you crack on somebody's honey, you mess around and get yourself killed.
Jazz: Well, I don't know what you guys do in Philly, but in LA, we men have to take that risk.
Will: Yo, brother, you want to take this outside?