Philip: Will, how could you get $2,000 worth of parking tickets when I told you to get rid of that car months ago?
Will: Actually, I did get rid of it. See, I gave it to a friend. Look, I swear to you, Uncle Phil there ain't no way I got them parking tickets.
Philip: Look at the printout. Huh? "Snuffy's Chicken Shack", "Big Ben's Barbeque", "Alice's All Nude Review". What do you call this?
Will: One hell of a Friday night. Can I see that, Uncle Phil? Wait a minute, Uncle Phil, these are all Jazz's hangouts. He must have gotten all these parking tickets. I'm serious. I told him I'd kill him. How could he go to Alice's All Nude Review without me?