Carlton: Isn't she something?
Philip: Yeah, she sure is and Monday, after the blood test proves the baby's not yours she'll be out of here on the first thing smoking.
Carlton: Dad, the baby's mine.
Vivian: Carlton, honey, suppose the baby is yours. Now, being a teenage parent is a very big responsibility, honey and you have already proven yourself irresponsible otherwise, you wouldn't be in this situation. How are you going to feed this baby? Where are you going to live? How are you going to educate it?
Carlton: Wait a minute. You mean, you're not going to take care of us?
Vivian: Hold me back, Philip.
Will: Carlton, get out. Get out, now. Go. [holding a banana] Hey, I got him, but take another step, and I'll fill you full of potassium.