Tyriq: [to Will] Okay, you know, because I'm your best friend I respect your decision. Because I am your best friend. Peace, my best friend.
Jazz: Some best friend. When you go to your car, you gotta walk.
Tyriq: What? Don't you?
Jazz: Please, watch this. Yo, Mr. Banks, my tubby judicial brother.
[Uncle Phil throws Jazz out of the house]