Carlton: Will, use a fork.
Will: Come on, man, I ain't using this wimpy fork.
Carlton: This is not a wimpy fork. This is a hand-engraved silver dessert. Jumping Jehosaphat!
Will: All right, man. All right, I'll use the fork.
Carlton: Will, I'm telling you, this is Mom's. Ms. Lamor must have taken it. Quick! Dial 911!
Will: Whoa! Hold it. Come on, man, look, you don't want to send her to jail. Remember what happened to her in Hussy Behind Bars?
Carlton: We must confront her.
Will: Wait. Come on, man. What, are you tripping? You gonna jeopardize Uncle Phil's chances of getting a book contract.
Carlton: And what do you suggest we do?
Will: I say we do what's fair and just for both parties. Steal it back and run like hell.