Will: I'm gonna go test the lock on my door. Good night, Carlton.
Carlton: What do you mean, "Good night"? This is my time to gloat.
Will: Gloat?
Carlton: I won the bet. I humiliated you in front of your peers. Plus, you said I couldn't handle Compton, and I did. I'd say it's time to gloat.
Will: Good night, Carlton.
Carlton: See, you're just embarrassed because I beat you at your own game. Look, I never judge you for being the way you are, but you always act like I don't measure up to some rule of blackness that you carry around.
Will: Hold up. Wait a minute. You don't judge me? You do everything but carry a big old gavel around. I mean, you treat me like some kind of idiot just 'cause I talk different.
Carlton: Differently.