Carlton: Will. Wake up. Come on, it's time for the game.
Will: Oh, man. I dreamed you had hair like Don King.
Carlton: Did I look taller? So, you ready to show that scout what we're made of?
Will: Yeah, I guess so.
Carlton: Guess so? What kind of attitude is that for a champ? Come on.
Will: Hey, Carlton. You, you think it's rough having a kid?
Carlton: I don't think so. You just hand out cigars and hope its head rounds out.