Carlton: [on the phone] Hi, Kelly. All ready for tomorrow night's big soiree? What do you mean you can't go? What kind of medical reason? A pimple? [Will spits his drink out] Kelly, that's no reason to stay home. Look, I have a pimple. Actually, I have two. Hello? [puts the phone down] That's it, my life is cursed. No tux, no shoes, no date. Okay, don't panic. There's got to be someone I can call. But what kind of girl is sitting home without a date for a Saturday night?
Will: [to himself] A great girl.