Jazz: Man, y'all butchered that song.
Will: Hey, C, I'm telling you, if the Commodores heard you singing they'd tie you down to the tracks and run you over with the soul train.
Carlton: You know, I can understand why you're threatened. After all, you two possess absolutely no musical ability. Face it, you're so jealous, you're green.
Will: All right, but just out of curiosity, Carlton, what color are you?
Carlton: Oh, here we go again. Look, just because I grew up in the best neighborhoods and pronounce the "i-n-g"s at the end of my words doesn't make me any less Black than you.
Jazz: No. It's that tie that does it.
Will: Face it, C, I'm telling you. If you went down to Jazz's neighborhood looking the way you look and talking the way you talk you wouldn't come home walking the way you walk.
Carlton: And what neighborhood is that?
Will: Compton.
Jazz: And if you can make it there, you'll make it anywhere.