Jazz: I think I know where your uncle's briefcase is. It got a little condensed when I put it in that drawer.
Will: That is not a drawer, Jazz, that's a trash compactor! When Uncle Phil sees that it's gonna be a Jazz compactor!
Jazz: That's gratitude for you. I work all day trying to keep this house nice for you. I cook, and clean, and work my fingers to the bone and this is the thanks I get?
Will: Well, I bust my hump at school all day and you just sit around here watching soap operas and eating bonbons.
Jazz: Well, excuse me for having a little fun. Maybe it's because you never take me out anymore.
Will: Maybe I would, if you fixed yourself up a little bit. Hold up. Wait a minute. We sound like an old married couple.
Jazz: So now I'm old? And I gave you the best years of my life.
Will: Look, I'm sorry. All right. Look, I'm sorry. Come on. Homeys?
Jazz: Don't try and sweet-talk me. And if you'll excuse me, I have a headache.