Will: Carlton, who are you calling?
Carlton: Your mother.
Will: I know he ain't calling my mother.
Carlton: [on the phone] Aunt Vy, it's Carlton. Call me when you get home.
Will: No, Mom, don't call him.
Carlton: I want to tell you how much I hate Will's guts.
Will: He's lying, Mom. He loves me.
Carlton: No, I don't. Your little slimer's stolen my girl.
Will: Mom, you know Carlton never had no girl.
Carlton: Well, I'm glad you're out having fun 'cause I have to stay here, 'cause God only knows what else he'll steal.
Will: Give me the phone. Get off! Hey, Mom. Thanks for the sweater. Love you.