Carlton: We're eloping.
Will: What?
Carlton: No, Will, I don't want to hear it. I'm tired of everyone telling me what to do. I love Cindy, and I've made up my mind.
Will: All right, man, fine. Look, whatever you want to do is fine with me.
Carlton: [covering ears] What?
Will: I said, whatever you want to do is fine with me. If you want to marry Cindy, go ahead. Just do me a favor.
Sleep on it tonight. In the morning, if you feel the same way then, whatever you want to do. Deal?
Carlton: Deal.
Will: My man. Oh, give me your car keys.
Carlton: You know, Will, I gave you my word. I'd think that'd be enough.
Will: Yeah, you lucky I ain't going to do you like Kunta Kinte and chop off your foot.