Carlton: Jazz, I told you not to touch my clothes! And this label clearly says, "Hand wash." And that's exactly what I did.
Jazz: Before I stuck it in the machine, I washed my hands. Well, time for dinner. [grabs a cereal box]
Vivian: Uh, Jazz, sweetheart, you are a guest in our home. Now, baby, why don't you sit down and never get up?
Will: Look, Jazz.
Jazz: I pull my own weight... [looks at Uncle Phil] which is easier for some than others.