Jazz: She just moved out here and she hasn't had a date yet, and, Prince, she really needs a man.
Will: But does she look good?
Jazz: Sure she does. Good looks run in my family.
Will: Okay, Jazz. Um, look, you know I'd do anything for you. You're like a brother to me.
Jazz: Check.
Will: Which means that your sister should be like a sister to me, not a girlfriend. I mean, just think, if it doesn't work out, it could jeopardize our friendship.
Jazz: I'm willing to take that risk.
Will: Look, my brother, I have to give this some serious thought.
Jazz: Alright, well, can I bring her by just to meet you?
Will: Yeah, that's chill.
Jazz: Cool. Tonight, 8:00 sharp. And try to smell good.
[Will looks off to the side and sees Jazz, with long hair and a woman's outfit:]
Jazz: [imaginary] Yo, big boy. Give your sweet mama some sugar.