Hilary: I happen to like him. He knows how to treat a woman with respect.
Will: Yeah, that reminds me, I need a back seat for my date tomorrow night. Which means I'm gonna need the car. So give me the keys.
Carlton: Tough luck, Will. I have a meeting with my debate team.
Hilary: Sorry, Carlton, but I have to buy a dress.
Will: Hold up, Hilary. That is not fair the way you keep hogging the car.
Hilary: Okay, okay, I'll compromise with you guys. Let's play rock-paper-scissors.
Will: No, let's play Three Stooges. Hey, Moe!
Carlton: Come on, guys. All right, you ready? All right, ready, set, shoot. Well, scissors cut paper, Will.
Hilary: Well, rock breaks your scissors, Carlton.
Will: Wait, hold it.
Hilary: No, you lost fair and square, Will. Looks like you're out of luck. Carlton, I'll drop you off.
Will: Now, hold it. Don't paper get nothing?
Carlton: Paper gets to ride his bike.