Will: All right, Robin from the 'hood is in the house. Give me 7-1 1, I don't mean the store. Taketh from the rich and giveth unto the poor! Blow on these bones for me, would you, slummy? [Mrs. Pullman blows onto his dice] All right! Seven! All right, let it ride. Let it ride.
Carlton: No way, Will. Odds of you repeating that are six-to-one. It says here don't even make this bet in your dreams.
Will: [as Martin Luther King] Ah, Carlton, and l, too, have a dream. And in it all of the world rises up and overcomes your stupidity. Now stay out of my face.